Sang only once
Of divine inspiration
From a heart sincere and angelic
The song ceased for a while
When I set to write it down.
It'd soared back to heaven
To Christ, saints and the angels
Leaving in my yearning mind a torment:
A blank tune forever
To be tapped, hummed and then voiced
In the rhythm of the swaying twigs;
In the fore and backrush of ocean tides
And in the silence of moments like this
When I pause and wonder
What a song it would have been!
How I miss the lovely melody -
The healing softness of its sighs
And its soothing gentleness that made me cry
I sing this for the lost song:
The sweetest thing that never got life
Though sometimes I secretly imagine
Perhaps the song's still within me.
John M. Wanjora