As The Hummingbird Sings

a poem by thenorm

As the tears ran down

My Face,

I turned to look beneath

The Crystal Crimson Sea.

It was filled

With Me.

And the love that I had

Found,

My dreams, left

Behind me, on the

Ground.

I felt never to be found.

And the Hummingbird sings

In Spring;

Sings he only of

Lovely Things.

And my name was

Never played, if I

Had fallen beneath the Grave.

And the Crystal Crimson Sea

Is no lonelier than me;

I look now only for brighter things,

For the Hummingbird sings in Spring.