Perfect Journeys

Over track-water
rivers makes our
perfect journey,
from up close
a limp looks
a lot like love.
Baby rabbits
and birds flap
against the wind.
Send a report
of sunlight once
the moon has
shed its lumps.
My dear you
are so song-
worthy, as
a pearl pulls
notes from
the depths,

as a nest

full of birds
dreaming of
flight. Though 

I long 

to sing these
words undying,
the calendar
corrals me
home.