Nonpareil

21 Sep 2000

Draw me down cliffs of care
that strung my heart out
with misuse and the ignorance of small minds
and find the voice
that leads me home.
Come down through this tangled web
fraught with villains and spiders
sucking energy and hope
from each marrow and sinew – 
defeating the soul – 
and hold the child 
hiding behind these bold eyes.
Yodel the cry that weeps
when dark clothing and starry nights
held sway over the girl
when she had no voice.
If she can be heard,
voiced tears that silence hid,
then she can be saved.
Hear me.
Let me learn the cadence of joy
and the music of surcease,
so that I may play the tune myself
and be able to sing alone
so that our combined voices
soar to the heights
with beauty and strength nonpareil. 


© 2000, Tara Tambolleo