Stray Birds

Oh! tonight 'tis true What the nightingale sings With her unfolded wings, for she Learnt from the wind, utter A sigh. 'twas sometime Earlier this night, the wind Overheard the brook, which Whisper'd to a passing creek, of The story the pebbles told, when Down her banks they rush'd And roll'd. 'twas sometime Earlier this evening, the pebbles I threw in the brook, as Many as I could reach, and with Single each, single only was the Name, which escap'd lips of mine Of you. Five and a twenty cold nights Have come and gone, since You went afar and I'm alone. Remember The Adieu I wished? And Nary  has a moment Pass'd in which Have you not been Solemnly missed. And tonight 'tis true What the nightingale sings With her unfoldeed wings, for she Spreads in the open air, the song of My quiescent despair. So tonight I picked up the stones. And With a deep sigh, I Threw and watch'd them Roll. And off they Roll'd! And on they Float...

Saw your face in the crowd the other day, I remember what you used to say, Remember those songs we used to sing, The memories of the old times still ring. The forever blinding gaze, Surrounded by the Christmas lights, And that staring endlessly, Into cold starry nights. With hand in hand, Remember that moonlight walk? The sound of outdrawn breaths? Overhearing the mute cries? Yeah! I remember you. Bounded by the silent reproach, Words sometimes sound so meek, Few unsolicited questions, And a couple of answers to seek. The time has flew, The years passed in haze, Plastic smiles that survived, Tears been long vaporized, Old memories now amaze. It's Christmas Eve, Sitting by the attic I look past the horizon, The remembrance surrounds the night, And the lights still shine so bright. On the table lay two cups of coffee, And some shear and strain, Besides rests an empty chair, And no one to brew the pain. Trains of thoughts rush by, The fondling re...