Songbird

Sweet songbird, take

All the notes of 

my Sorrow

And tuck them

Through staff

Lines, to make 

A minor key

Major

C sweetly jumps

G, and D embraces me

Three

Different, hard times

I cried ne’er to find

Home

Until you sang!

Lovely songbird, tilt 

Your head

Quick

To catch an eye

A moment ago

Tearing,

Now drying with

Awe 

Fearing: that

Next will come

Again, a world 

so daunting,

To drown your sound

Ruthless, 

for there

Was but dark -

Until you sang!

Precious songbird, fly

Your charm

Far

From unworthy me:

A man without

Grace, so to

The Lord

Begging,

Then a miracle: your

Feathers

Kissed a heart

Beating breast

I forgot my 

Lord’s

Pure

Love -

Until you sang!

Friendly songbird, farewell

Your face

I’ll ne’er

Forget

May the black

In your 

Eye pierce

such cold in a soul:

You shan’t ever

Let me

Mourn, 

Again,

In my mind,

Let the tremors

Soon stop,

Before soon

Dies the Moon:

That I would

Wake

Again tomorrow,

And for you,

in my heart,

Make room!

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R.V. Smith: “Songbird”, 09-19-22

© 2022 by Ryan Vincent Smith