trepidity
If I could sigh a thousand songs of light
that lilting softly guide me far away,
from book's torn page would I quick, run, alight
to soar, to fly to lands where dreams but stay.
My soul no longer would be cursed to roam
a world where sorrow plagues the field of mind
in horrid cries that twisting, strangle moans
from lives torn by sound's blackened, dreary shrine.
The jeering scorns that mocking in dread's fright,
a fear dark in its paralyzing form,
forbidding me to dream, to sing, to write -
those thoughts once bright quick into dust transform.
Yet in the darkness hope shines vivid, new
Comments
Post a Comment