Songs of love
In the winds of night and evening
Where lives the voice of lovers songs.
Clearly you can hear them singing,
As they weave along in throngs
They pass in whispers in the night,
Radar echoes soft but strong.
Rise and beautify the twilight.
Where they have been, all along.
And each one is of different sway,
Like the whales no two the same
Intercept how plain they play,
Different, except for final aim.
You can join them in the evening,
When in sleep you're free to fly.
You can add your song just breathing,
From the bed in which you lie.
But if you really wish to fly,
You may not use high octanes why?
[This message has been edited by Seymour Tabin (edited 10-02-1999).]