FUTURE
VISIONS
The birdies sing their mating songs,
and tweet through
half the night;
Humans say "I love you"
and hug with all
their might.
Is deep love a hopeless image,
of what cannot
come true?
Or is deep love that highest feeling:
soul binding of a
two.
Of course the birdies do not think,
of what true love
can be;
In present tense they sing their love,
the future can't
be seen.
Who is better off,
the birdies in the
trees,?
Or me with my future visions,
of my love set
far from me?