Morning Birds Poem by Eric Cockrell

Morning Birds

Rating: 5.0


i undress you in silence
with words that have fingers,
and need not sound,
or form....

embracing the light
hidden in your darkness,
i lick the years from your eyes.

and coming like rain,
i release your suffering,
drunk on the scent

of your being...
the song of morning birds,
a gift left by the wind...

on the step by your door!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Simon Collins 14 June 2012

Beautiful words, passionate caring and intelligent, really enjoyed reading this.

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Sally Plumb Plumb 14 June 2012

Very beautiful.

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Marites C. Cayetano 14 June 2012

so sweet poem....I like this.

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