Two poems written by M.Y.
Two birds on the branch of a tree
Two birds on the branch of a tree, Singing sweetly as can be, Blue and red are their plumage, As their colours to us engage. Yet those we see are not there, But in the mind of the beholder, They will always be on that branch, Never allowing us to hear their song. Yet we can hear that song, And we can see them fly, Above the branches of that tree, When we use our imagination. So, fly and make melody my birds, Let not the artist curtail your wings, Your songs are heard in our minds, And in our thoughts, you are continually flying.
The river is gently flowing
The river is gently flowing, Through the memories of my mind, And my heart is always singing. Over the rocks ships are sailing, Under the clouds beauty I find, The river is gently flowing. To me adventure is calling, Sorrow I am leaving behind, And my heart is always singing. I hear the thunder and lightning, In my thoughts the storm I can bind, The river is gently flowing. What one sees there is no telling, If my soul is being refined, And my heart is always singing. If I am awake or sleeping, Whether I can see or am blind, The river is gently flowing, And my heart is always singing.