Flowers & Hummingbirds

I hear the wind over your voice every morning

Something sweet of your breath while I am running

In the willow leaves woven is golden hair

 

The bronze-valley of her eyes when the sun comes

Begin to glow

I keep running not knowing where I’m going

 

She is there

I know I would like to go home

 

Flowers and hummingbirds know the story

Of what he found as he climbed the mountain

And looked down from over the clouds

 

From her breath, he could not stop running

She glows in ways to never understand

 

She is there

I know I would like to go home.