Irrelevant

Irrelevant to the birds of Spring

the dawn of air

that bluebirds bring

Irrelevant to the skies of love

the rush of joy

on wings of dove

Irrelevant to the lake of dreams

where sunfish swim

and life has meaning

I quietly sit and wait for you

the one I dream I'm relevant to

Reviews

[Niall Madden]

good poem enjoyed the idea that nothing really matters but solitude and soliloquy

[Botania]

Haha. Thanks so much!