Whatever we say

Makes us

To lose faith

Or endure the next



I want to bargain

With the lost words

Of yesterday

Bring to me a garden

Of flowers

And accord to my will

 So that someday

I can say

I helped make

that quill

That helps that

bird soar

As we hear

of messages


 their tone

Let us be


Introduced to

Their way

of uniting

In a ‘v’