Flying Fish

Any bird can sing praises

to the mountains carved in stone.

Any man can find redemption

in a field of hopes he's sown.

Any fool can write a poem and

any pen can fill a page.

Just as freedom can be stifling

so was your love like a cage.

But, poor you! Little flying fish,

you will never reach the birds.

And how could I ever know what to say,

when you've taken all the words?