You blinked your eyes br A tide of title is seen br br Swaying away from me br Waves of words rising along the tide br br Turned back, smiled on your lips br I wrote the first line br br You wore a dress for me br I could shape the poem’s body br br Whispered my name in your heart br Poem is fallen at your feet br br These last lines of the poem are indebted br They are silent as you step in to my heart br br I never wrote any Poembr br Two Birdsbr br