My lady sings

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


A poem about love. Maybe

Submitted: November 18, 2017

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The call of the wind on the darkest night

The whisper of summer breeze

The sound of a skein of geese in flight

The movement of leaves on a tree

The dance of a barefoot child at play

The tears of the sorrowful and strong

The piper greeting the close of day

Are all notes in my lady’s song

Where hands on strings make music bright

Where nightingales serenade the light

Where unseen orchestras play

Where dancing demons skitter by

Where eagles dip their wings and fly

Where the goddess has feet of clay

The whisper of breath across my cheek

The touch of a sound like a bell

Is my lady strong or is she weak

Is this heaven or is it hell

I no longer know and I no longer care

As the song in the winter wind ruffles my hair

And I follow my lady so bright and so fair

And the sound of her singing strips my soul bare

The call of the wind on the darkest night

The whisper of breeze in July

Her song is why I stand and fight

The reason I live or I die

 

© Jane Jago 2017


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