Sweetly Sing
Music trickles into my head and
out again. A melody so sweet it cannot be
repeated or sung by men.
Again I open my eyes to see I
was dreaming, or maybe it was some sorrowful bird I heard. Yet no one is around and the moon’s crescent
smile tells me that no lovely bird shall I see.
Again the music echoes through
my mind, a soft tone at first, then suddenly, a loud symphony, louder than any
orchestra can produce of my day and time.
What is happening I would like
to know? As tears stream from my eyes, the
music stops. The realization of what just
happened appears to me, like a smoke signal billowing out of the snow.
Sweet music, sweet music that
only my heart can hear. You are comfort
to my scarred soul and a poultice to cover my wounds which bleed with dark
poisoned blood each year.
Birds
can sing so sweet, flowers a fragrance that makes women’s hearts envy, yet only
the music of love can heal the sore of a broken heart for me.
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