early spring robin

tears of joy tears of sorrow they’re all the same
to leap across fond responses
to offer solemnity
I speak your name in everywhere to blossom
you are my early spring robin
to bring the warmth that hasn’t been
we talk talk like honey bees that spare the sting
in touch with much we love so much to hurt no more
of everything I’ve asked of you you give me more
in any case we rush to race a gift of grace
to see your pretty face again once more
at my nesting place where you may rest restore
my heart is healing with your feeling
the creation meaningful bright
you give me light refresh my life
as nothing could before
I miss you day and night
I love you baby blue
as the night dreams of day.