Placing one pair Of bird watching Binoculars Inside the cap Of a navy hat The dichotomy Of my life In a cardboard box To move again Another new start This one makes ten
I recall the power Of words And silence Both can make You laugh Or cry Both can be used As weapons Or protection
So I look keenly Through looking glass At feathered friends Deserving our attention
While hiding away To collect Dust and mites Gold braid Felt and thread That hold together Memories Of a time When men were blind
If only I understood That my words Held power Over you I would use it For good To say only I love you If I could