Blackbird

I put pen to paper to honour your essence 

But the words will never do you justice 

I cry the tears of a love-drunk poet 

But the sorrow will only carry me so far 

On the hour, the clock tower chimes 

And the blackbirds sing your name 

Just yesterday my heart was full 

Tomorrow it will surely burst its banks 

The sweet, floral scent of being and 

The optimistic, steady flow of time  

I hope you’re still here in the morning 

And together we’ll watch the sunshine