Spring, you

by on June 18, 2014 :: 1 comment

a metaphor
made up of two-syllables
continuously speak between
my lonely soul and disappearing heart
a melodious voice—
birds: seagulls, robin (maybe?)
send their notes at my narrow-eyed window

I lie awake
Waiting for your song
In this deaf world,
You create a new song in me.

You are my new song.

editors note:

A sweet song to call back a disappearing heart. – mh

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