A Day Unknown
A few will hear it, many won't, the song of a bird, unseen. It will call out a name, clearly, no ambiguity, and a date. Any date, just a blank on the calendar, but an end date, perhaps your own.
in a light melody...
all the time in the world
Calendars, lunar, solar, liturgical, digital, all chart our days. They keep secrets too, in their unmarked, neat blocks of time. Weddings, birthdays, christenings, anniversaries, and dental appointments are written in those spaces, but there are still so many blanks. No clue is given to those dates later to be carved on stone, all angels and lilies and loss.
the tallest tree and lowest star