Cameron A. Lawrence

I WILL LOVE YOU IN THE MORNING

when three birds appear as one bird
on the horizon

when distance blurs
fact but not vision

I will love you
when three birds become one bird

and the one turns silver as a biplane
but quieter

I will love you
when the sun turns birds into silver

and one bird divides into three

I will love you
when three birds become distant
particles firing around

a nucleus of blue morning

and you are a bird and I am a bird
when we are blurred silver

           when your beginning becomes
my beginning becomes my end

I will love you when we are bright
as a biplane in the sun

      when I am
a bird on the horizon and disappear into you

then reappear still a bird turning silver
still a particle flying into blue