The Song

It shouldn't be too hard to figure out where my inspiration comes from.

The words oft spared for fear of ear

Know not themselves what weight they hold

Nor doth the tongue that chases fear

From heart and mind and even soul

 

The power held behind her lips

Enchanted lyrics bound so tight

For nearby ears betray our bliss

And so she waits for moments right

 

Her voice doth quell the storm inside

The heavens calm and waters still

A whispered word the rains abide

To save my soul from failing ill

 

If trapped I was within a storm

With frigid ice and snow so cold

Seek not would I a fire’s warmth

But whispers soft, and she to hold

 

If bound and gagged and suff’ring pain

Found shackled in a dungeon deep

My wish would be beyond what’s sane

To hear once more what words she speaks

 

If worst had come and health had gone

And death had come to call me off

My wish would be to hear her song

The lilt to call my soul aloft

 

And when I’d gone to meet my King

I’d ask to stay where I could hear

So in the morning when she sings

I’d listen well to she so dear

Author's Note

I have not yet studied punctuation in poetry, so I left it out entirely. Other than that, I would love any criticism that might help me improve!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You gave some story about a good person.
"If bound and gagged and suff’ring pain
Found shackled in a dungeon deep
My wish would be beyond what’s sane
To hear once more what words she speaks"
I could feel the yearning to hear a missed voice and I liked the ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[I Am Eagle Scout]

Thank you so much! It means a lot to hear such high praise! Hopefully I'll have some more finished soon.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.