Forgotten Song?
I come to you with broken
limb
a wounded bird on beaten
wing;
A song angels forgot to
sing?
To speak to me of love this
day.
But why did you so overlook
me
In what have I failed to
see?
For never in my wild peripheral
did I think you would forsake
me.
It must not be that I am
left
so solemn through my own
request;
And as the night is still,
as long
you never did forget a song.
So in my heart I failed to
see
that which abides so fervently;
an error in my scope of
this,
t'was only me, and love,
I missed.
I did confine it, to a space
It said to me, "this is
not grace";
to set it free, first let
it be
it's own, to claim it's
place.
But what of this? I clasp
my ears,
a blessing was disguised
as fear;
Once plucked, my heart began
to know,
from there, the seeds of
love did grow.
So silently, amongst the
reeds,
I cup my hands to fill with
seeds.
© N. Longson June 25, 2000