Yet They Sing...

not sure what this is...it woke me up and had to write...

As the thorn pricks and draws blood but

cannot thwart the beauty of the rose
so does this…this…existence for which

no name exists…

 

The hawke of day and wolf by night
both tethered…bound…searching
for a cure that may release each
from a curse and yet they sing…

for dawn comes and for a moment
all shall stop …a moment…
one moment…this moment…
time imparts what love cannot

and then it moves…again…
the world…in which they live
he the hunter on the prowl
and she sky’s eye and yet…

though His hunt…will never taste
or Her sight…see … love will never die
they continue on...

for dawn comes and for a moment
all shall stop …a moment…
one moment…this moment…
time imparts what love cannot

the moment...one moment...that they can see.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

we all need to rest when sun meets the sky it is the rhythm of life We are all set the the rhythms of a 24 hr day and the waxing waning ides of love

[Tina Kline]

Beautiful and yet tragic. Reminds me of a movie I saw a while back, not sure of it's title. But it had a similar theme. Love this and like the way you wrote it.

[Ken Simm.]

It can all exist in a moment. It can be true to that moment. This is what you have so eloquently, nay superbly captured in this song. Worthy of the Layde.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Simply fabulous... loving is very much about blind faith for you can not see it but you know it is there... I love the way you formatted this piece. and the repetitions make the emotions pop.