sleep and morning

this night was short

from two to half past five

i heard them half asleep

now i am out

in the morning breeze

the pink and blue light

and these songs of birds

i see i am alive

and i feel there will be

all these mornings

i will meet, me,

cat, horse, flowers

i am so much awake

and will not see you

next to me 

and the vanishing moon

to greet you in the smile

of your eye or mine

nor in the warmth

of my arm or yours

and sometimes

i will think of you

being so far away

as you have always been

then i will walk

into my day

wishing you well:

we all must fly