Sunlight breaks through an open window
Sneaks across the floor
From the near distance, trills a lonesome melody
The Magnolia, a holy stage
A solitary bird performs a serenade,
Close your eyes
Sweet darling, dream awhile
You’re a fool to cry
Let my notes carry you
High above the treetops
Far from troubled lands …
And time suspends flight
Beneath a birdsong spell
Balanced on the blade of darkness
As he brushes morning’s light with a kiss
~’ Hymns of Redemptive Love’
Let my notes carry you
High above the treetops
Far from troubled lands
I like this very much.
Aw- thank you, anneli. I ‘tried’ to delve deeper with this piece and allow the bird’s song to be lyrical. I failed. So- I kept the bird’s song – simple. Some days. Oh well, one can always re-write and re-write.
Yes, some days the muse is with us and some days we work too hard and it just doesn’t come. But when it is right, we know it and that encourages us to keep writing.