It’s Beautiful–Wish You Were Here
The thrush is crooning beside my door.
I wonder what he is longing for.
I assume he is seeking a mate
to live with and copulate.
All life is longing to be born
where a new body can be worn.
Spirits are wandering about,
all seeking new bodies, no doubt.
Bodies are all temporary
and bound for the cemetery.
But, spirits are everlasting;
it is the thrushes souls who sing
and my soul which can relate
to wanting a lifetime mate.

Walt Abbott–9-30-08