Little feathered child
What sweet tales
Have you for my ears?
Bird-like voice
Eyes e’er youthful
Dance and sing your songs.
Gentle, little Bright Eyes
This aged heart is touched by your youth
Make me young again.
Tell me your stories
Of Love’s old treasures
And when the tears come
I shall wipe them away.
Bright eyed bird
Don’t flutter away so soon
Bestow upon this mortal
One last blossomed smile.
Then, sip of the blessed wine
Sweet Bright Eyes
And go with the sun.
August 22, 1987
