Song

small movement on the branch
and the bird which sung all night long
went away

for the long dark hours
i've listened to her voice
full of softness and yearning
full of grace and purity
full of life and longing
full of fullness
and wondered

if my soul were a bird
would it sing so beautifully
as the little bird on the tree near my window
or would it be silent
silent as the sun in the morning

or would my song be always the same
from one tone woven
perhaps joyful
perhaps
sad..

i didn't know..
but when the bird left
my soul bowed to hers
with thankfulness..

4 comments:

tai said...

beautiful as always.
tiamat

Lavinia said...

hvala Tiamat, nedostajala si mi
i ti i dzozef :)
bila su to lepa vremena!
<3

L.A.

perla del capri said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ut7cMOHWpVY&list=UUw0WVNt2MrLiavNcdDt-law&feature=plcp

pozdrav,
tiamat

Lavinia said...

Thank you Tiamat :))
I hope that inspiration will come back, for at least few words here and there :)..

In a meanwhile looks as if life took over :)

Kisses & hugs to you

Lavi

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