Puzzle No. 4

BIRDS AT NIGHT, TREES BY DAY

I’ve gone dead to poetry cause I don’t see what good it is if you don’t read it
and I’d like to forget myself, to get over myself
if I could lose my pride, I’d probably find you

I look for you everywhere, if you’re in the air,
I can’t keep my feet on the ground
and I don’t have anything to take your place
I’ll stare into the sky ‘til you come back

Cause I miss you, don’t go away cause I’d miss you, why do I dream
that I miss you, I’ve got to pray, I don’t want to miss you…but I do

Some birds singing in the night made me want to write
to let you know that it made me think of you
I know I’d sound pitiful with a word like ‘beautiful’,
but how else should I say what I mean?

As unexpected as a sweet tasting flower, I’d jump into you like a waterfall
I could think up thousands of lousy comparisons, would you care at all?

Maybe if we were trees, we could tangle our limbs
and give some shade to the kids on a street
when winter would strip us down, I’d close my eyes
‘til spring brought all your leaves back again