Against the ticking clock
Sat two birds, above us two flock
Underneath the hands of time
Rests a playful hymn of some kind
As one left its perch she found the wind
Send it to me! One thought, if only through the bend
Alone it perched, waiting for another
Gust of wind that would never come
Some say it’s fated to fate and fate
I pause and stop to hear someone say wait!
She joins me on the perch, and dances next to me
My heart is content even if I can’t see
Along comes a gust as gentle as wings
Two birds take flight underneath the sun