A sun that burns the day
A cloud that hides away
The chortling caws
Please love, don’t pause.
Blue birds fly by,
A scent so bent,
All is not spent.
Please love, don’t cry.
Bats may still come,
To steal away our sun.
Though the black may stare
It’s all still a breath of fresh air.
Come now darling,
I give a farthing…