To Lady, from William - A Villanelle

When sparrows arc in flight beneath the heaving ocean skies every breath is measured twice and twice is coming up strong. There’s something in your smile that makes me miss your lying eyes. Winner serves and win by two and you play it as it lies. You’d have to think no judge or bribe would dare to get it wrong when sparrows arc in flight beneath the heaving ocean skies. With halos of fame you bestow your so sincere goodbyes on good people who do and don’t and can’t and won’t belong. There’s something in your smile that makes me miss your lying eyes. When the moon’s away and the tides are of a solar size You sail to Spain with your uke and your eyecontactless song. When sparrows arc in flight beneath the heaving ocean skies you’re windows open oh so wide on friendliness and thighs. When you clap out the dances for the cooing pigeon throng there’s something in your smile that makes me miss your lying eyes and when you disappear and reappear and all but unsurprise I’m your acolyte and catamite almighty so long as when sparrows arc in flight beneath the heaving ocean skies there’s something in your smile that makes me miss your lying eyes.