Birds

And the Day, He isn't anymore, that wakes up with hope
And the Night, He isn't anymore, that heals and pants for Fair Love.
the Day, He isn't anymore, that is worth remembering
the Night, He isn't anymore, that birds pray for,
departing into Space of Abeyance.

During the Day, He is no longer around
At night, He will no longer be around
First scream of Skittish Birds.
First thought of lossing heaven.