The Sound of the Sparrow
We’ve always been here
Some of us just lingering in the silence
Like a soft rain on a Sunday morn
Awaiting the beautiful sound
Of the sparrow
Often we may linger
Only briefly fore your eyes
Like diaphanous hues of dawn
Awaiting the sun
We’ve always been here
Some of us just lingering in the stillness
Like moonlight cross a fathomless sea
Reaching for the depth
Of what’s unknown
Often we may wander
Past the corner of your eye
Like shadows from the lamplight
Awaiting dawn
We’ve always been here
Some of us just lingering in repose
Like the muse upon the mountain top
Awaiting the beautiful sound
Of the sparrow
Always remembering you
