The Lancean Specificity
Transcendental Sonnet #1463: The Way the Birds Explain the Sunset
for my biographer the Laughing Daffodil
Love says to me to say what without saying when
Knowing why though when I go now if not knowing how to say
What somehow I say anyway if only in my way
Like the way the birds explain the sunset
Or the way the dogs describe the dawn
Like the way you already know and yet
By then when I am already gone
And yet it was good to be understood
To be gotten and not to be forgotten
When we get to the end both of us might know by then
But even if I never I hope you always do
Then hope when you do you might explain me to me too
Like my biographer the Laughing Daffodil
If anybody can explain me she can (and she will)
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXI
Love says to me to say what without saying when
Knowing why though when I go now if not knowing how to say
What somehow I say anyway if only in my way
Like the way the birds explain the sunset
Or the way the dogs describe the dawn
Like the way you already know and yet
By then when I am already gone
And yet it was good to be understood
To be gotten and not to be forgotten
When we get to the end both of us might know by then
But even if I never I hope you always do
Then hope when you do you might explain me to me too
Like my biographer the Laughing Daffodil
If anybody can explain me she can (and she will)
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXI
