When The Songs of Birds are Sung
Kevin Gutierrez

 


When the songs of birds are sung
The burning sun will be shining
Let it melt on your tongue

Less clear the smoke from the lung
Cast out like flashing lightning
When the songs of birds are sung

Thoughts of dead men young
Now seeking the silver lining
Let it melt on your tongue

Listen to the letters strung
Knowledge no longer finding
When the songs of birds are sung

Swing the hammer once swung
The beaten metal no longer striking
Let it melt on your tongue

Silent bells swiftly rung
With old and new combining
When the songs of birds are sung
Let it melt on your tongue