Birds of sunfall passing in my eyes
Far off in the patterns of storm clouds,
How I wish to freeze you in my thoughts
And paint my poem on skies of yours.
Birds of sunfall singing your song
Pouring o'er hues at the trees of fall,
How I wish to flutter with you beside
And douse my wings at silent shores.
Birds of sunfall, of poets' surmise
Gliding towards where you belong
How I wish to predict your paths
And come to where completeness moors.
Birds of sunfall, this evening dies,
Come to my windows and prove me wrong.