What Would You Sing To This Heron?

What would you sing to this heron? Who can neither shudder nor dance But can spear comets with a glance How'll she tease hopes - so barren? Would she tip over the apple cart? Would she take his heart, devour it? Or mirror his soul, and submit Unto him never - to depart Should her gaze be as deep or remote? As his would she be loved truly, truly? More deeply than, the stars trembling unruly. If waters stilled, would we denote! A drop in temperature the pulse! If this heron were to move ponds Would she break her promised bonds? Or would she follow on impulse? To sing and catch her breathe again Would she enter his heart like a sword Dream every word he ever stored That sings for her sweetly as a wren. Again, and again, and again, again.