I hear every bird song in a hymn to you

Picture poetess Li Ching Chao (1084 - 1151) Written as a song...

 

Your voiceless whispers speak to my soul

I hear every bolder rolled over in your dynamic plateau.

I hear every horse whisperer - like I were a foal.

I hear every word echoed by you, you know

I hear every lion’s roar purr in you, you know

I hear every harps chord of your Gaelic heart

I hear every floorboards creek in your chateau.

And I’ll sail every becalmed ocean unchart-

ed just to learn all about you, you know.

Your voiceless whispers speak to my inner desires

I hear every mountain spring bubbling into life

I hear every turmoil-aggressors call for ceasefires.

I hear my every heartbeat wanting to be your wife.

I hear every bird song, in a hymn to you, you know

You’re the answer to all my prayers just you, you know.