My Lady Came to Know

My Lady Came to Know

 

My lady come to know 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 cannot love

 

They have a knack for fooling us

And all they rise above

 

Therefore, she loved birds secretly[1]

And never tell them so,

But spoke with them

In passing ways

 

Within the come and go

 

-PART II-

 

And she had come to know the trees

In ways, she would not say,

 

For trees are of a lonely life

And in aloneness stay

 

They have a knack for staying on,

But, in the end, they die

 

Exactly where they live alone

Beneath the lonely sky

 

Therefore, she loved trees secretly,

And did not make it known,

But spoke with them

In formal ways

 

And in a measured tone

 

-PART III-

 

And she had come to know the stars

In ways, she would not say,

 

For stars are like a clock within

That mark 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 secretly

And hidden from their light,

 

For she was always most alone

Beneath them in the night.

 

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[1] Paris believed that suffering and tragedy are guaranteed parts of earthly love. To him, God’s love (the eternal or Platonic form) is the ideal to which lovers aspire but can never achieve: People, things, and situations change and invariably perish, while God is constant and eternal. The “tragedy” is that the specifics of earthly love are temporal.

 

 

Reviews

[whitebear12]

I love poems that rhyme. That was a great poem, and it had good flow. You could put it into a book or Hallmark card. I sometimes write poems myself. They’re tough to get published, though.
Have you written any songs, or do you sing?