Words that turn to birds

Nothing

Nothing’s good beyond the veil

I like to think I captured your heart

Everything perishes without fail

Shame everything has to fall apart

I drive anxiously along an icy road

Desperately didn’t want to be late,

Watch out for that tree

Guess I won’t be making that date

I hated that I had to made you wait

Across the wind, the ice, the pouring rain

Perhaps all gone for time and fate

Did you spend your time waiting in vain?

Now spider lilies grow at my grave

They stagger against the carved out stone

Scarlet in the wind as they twist and wave

Don’t care for difference of earth and bone

Stagger gently, find your way home

Whisper your sorrows out of sight

Find the peace that I have in the loam

Nothing left out there to fight