| The Songbird's Silence Darkling thrush upon the bough Do you see your darling now? Did you hear her songbird's calling As the arrow pierced her, falling? Through the night and through the rain Did you feel your darling's pain? Crumpled feathers softly fell From nest of home to earthly hell. No song shall pierce the gray of dawn Now that your muse of song is gone No feathered touch, no winged embrace Your world devoided of her face. She sang her last sweet thrush refrain And you flew off into the rain Through night and noon and cloudless sky That arrow bid no last goodbye. And now you sit, a songless bird No note to warble, no trill be heard In birch bough waiting till death is come To take you to her. To take you home. ©by Voo March 1, 2004 10:45 p.m. |
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