There are too many stars in the night sky
Too many leaves in the trees
Too many birds in their branches
Too many songs in the breeze.
The sun shines too bright in the heavens
Tears the kind darkness apart
Dapples the long grass with memories
Of the times when you played with my heart.
I long to forget the sharp sadness
In the words of the blackbird’s song
But the nights stretch out ever so lonely
The days will seem always too long.
The blackbird sings only of heartache
Fills with sweetness this cold empty space.
The wind in the leaves whispers only your name
And the stars shape the line of your face.
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 