Her Laughter

When she laughs I hear a thousand sparrows singing

And in her eyes I see a thousand roses springing

From fairy kisses at the first light of dawn.

I hear ocean tides caress the shore of my longing,

And the clapper and bell of my heart collide

To form our nuptial song.

I hear the tenfold odes to joy of ancient poets

Echo in the fathomless hall where ancient kings reside.

I hear the moaning of impassioned lovers,

And their longing, restless sighs.

I hear the stirring of the fire in my heart

Where my own laughter eternally abides.

I hear the fire engulf the forest of my painful memories

And with the sound of my own laughter,
Ah, the smoke does rise.