25th October 2022

Birdsong speaking to me from distant pasts,
when did they start singing, I ask,
it was when the earth was young,
when the world, it spoke another tongue,
spoke of hope, and promise, and futures boundless,
not disdain, not despair, not couldn’t care less,
so sing me a way,
a way out from here,
back to myself, and back to you
and forward to dreams,
…dreams anew.

Sanctuary Christ the King and 25 de Abril Bridge,
Lisbon, Portugal.

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