Mourning Singer

On this trip I take

I live throughout my days

I fly the way I want

& stumble through a haze

 

grief engulfs my mind

a melody in my head

slowly I start to sing

in the presence of the dead

 

underneath the soil

the deceased start to rise

the song I am singing

brigs tears to my eyes

 

they break through the earth

decaying and rotten

with heavy heats

from being forgotten

 

together we dance

into the night

entrancing and lovely;

possibly flight

 

they encircle me; dancing

a full moon above

for so long, too long

they've known no love

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This is a deeply moving song.. words played like dancers. The darkness... known in loneliness... somehow comes alive in your piece, dancing in the full moon. Elegant and wondrous.

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"they encircle me; dancing
a full moon above
for so long, too long
they've known no love'

...I love the solemn mood:-)
...and every verse is so smooth:-)
---Great Poetry!!!

james:-)