"The China Birds"
The China Birds Are On The Wing
Kissing As They Fly
cool, almost cold To the tender touch
delft Blue on porcelain plate
But these birds seem joyful
As though from another time
They are exotic, they are rare
I watch the China Birds Fly
Arrested in motion, frozen in time
Simply brushstrokes on China
Painted With a Skillful Hand
They Would Endure Through All Time
They May be here when i am gone
They endure, The China Birds
That Make Me Dream, How Cruel
To Shatter Them, How Heartless!
But I won't let them shatter
My Porcelains roses and birds
All the little glass figurines
They Fly and Pose and Kiss and Curtsy
In my cabinet, my dollhouse,
and in my dearest Dreams!
The China Birds Are On The Wing
Kissing As They Fly