A Lady Came to know the Stars

A Lady Came to Love

A lady came to love the birds
In ways, she would not say,

For birds are like
Our sudden lives

That chirp
And fly away

They think,

But do not think like us;

They like but do not love

They have a knack for fooling us
And all they rise above

Therefore, she loved birds distantly
And never told them so,

But spoke with them
In passing ways

Within the come and go

And she had come to love the trees
In ways, she would not say,

For trees are of a lonely life
And in aloneness stay

They have a knack for living long,
But, in the end, they die

Exactly where they lived alone
Beneath the lonely sky

Therefore, she loved trees distantly
And did not make it known,

But spoke with them
In formal ways

And in a measured tone

And she had come to love the stars
In ways, she would not say,

For stars are like a clock within
That marks not night or day

They have a knack
For being there,

A knack for parity,

Revealing what we fear to think
In forms, we fear to see

Therefore, she loved stars distantly
And hidden from their light

For she was always most alone
Beneath them in the night.