two birds

two birds sitting over a wall
singing a song in unison
of love, of melodies they call
of memories that come and gone,
the truest kind of love they've won.

two birds through the night have seated
wings touching while upon a wall
passed the moonlit hours embedded
in a dream of a starlit fall,
where all their worries turn to null.

two birds sunk in bliss and in awe
not even envying the stars
of beauty from the skies we draw
of wonder from their brightly wars,
there are beams even in their scars.

two birds that are happy, are still
you can hear the tune they're singing
the world doesn't bend to the sky's will
but to the hearts that keep racing,
two birds just happily sitting.