Singing Girls Poem by Madrason .

As if I didn't really understand
I let the words read from my hands
just as I feed the birds
no need for those who understand
it comes to me when I'm awake
climbs up to me to give and take
and like a country on a map
it brings me where I want to grow
it takes me fast or pushes slow
and in the snow I take my nap
as in a tale, a fairy than
it carries me unto my man
then him and I can solidify
and dream our lovely lullaby. M