Songbird

 

Alone on a dim lit stage,

she stands

From her beautiful face pours forth

a harmony of sound

of her righteous passion

 

She sings of love,

Of pain, and desire

Of sorrow, and lust

and of course,

loss.

 

An quietly she sings,

Of hope,

while I feel her eyes,

searching for me.

 

Her voice travels to my soul,
to my heart, to my mind

And my spirit.

 

To each, the pain,

she heals

 

To each, she touches,

her love,

she sends

 

To each she meets

Passion,

 she invites

 

To each

hope,

she creates.

 

On the stage,

she sings.

I sit in the crowd,

And wait.

 

For my songbird

to come back to me.