Where have all the birds gone?                     If you fly by the sun
When the sky was a sourly blue                    See me, I shall stick around for a while:
When the flowers come to and fro                 In a whirl of fire
                                                                  I dance.
They shoot like arrows
Darting forth, not back, never ever back.
It appeals to me how they rome
Seemingly south, nowhere to go.
 
They told me to follow them;
Walking on pavements never washed; I saw
A soft round sun
The silhouette of a rich lemon
Dripping rogue flame
of flesh
 
They told me to leave it behind;
But I came forth
Flames scorch my palm;
feet;
I melt within
A golden glow.