my poems as birds

my poems as birds

they have the night

in their plumage,

their feathers are light

my poems as birds

they have a long flight

and they can be

too tired to sing

then i must send

cats and dogs

to pour down

right out of the sky

to cuddle at your feet,

and you can send them

to me with messages unsaid

so that i may understand

i am not good with words

neither to say nor to hear,

i will ask the raindrops

what you cannot tell me

they carry our memories

and they know where we go

all this is engraved

in their clear hearts

when i taste them

i share what they are.

but still my poems as birds

to reach you at night.