She Sings
She sings and it was
Like light pouring out
Into the dark voids
One was filled with hope
As the sight falls upon her
A truly eternal beauty
Of fairest skin and palest eyes
And her dark locks
Tender tendrils over her shoulders
Once I saw her I was smitten,
Knocked deep down and senseless
My soul took leave of its vessel and
I yearn to see her again and again
Day after day I went to the same place
Where the birds sing and the goats wandered
But it seems I would never
See her again
2 Comments:
I'm particularly attracted to this piece. Perhaps because singing is my love. There is a verse in the bible, "Sing, O barren, You who have not borne." A song in times of emptiness brings a light that breakthroughs the darkness.
I can't fully appreciate your last santza though... why would you not see her again?
My dear friend, there is a new revision of it just above...:) This was my first draft...
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