A Song for No One

Beneath a distant spring
where the summer still awaits
there are mornings in the dawn
where expectation lies in wait
As the sun begins to rise
and dispel the early dew
the sound of birdsong in the air
heralds in the day anew;
you’ll find me by our meadow
I’ll be there so near our pond
where you romanced me once
with your own version of song:
notes off-key, discordant tones,
and lyrics much too long—-
Oh the sweetness of that morning!
Between the summer and the spring
when love was young and new and fresh
and I crowned you as my king—
But I’m here now by our meadow
alone but still I wait
hoping you’ll come sing to me
but only birds participate
To me their song means nothing
without you by my side
they sing a song for no one
and my tears will not subside
Because I’m here still by our meadow
alone but still I wait
It’s your song I wish to hear
but only birds participate