To Songs unsung, I Hum
A poem never read
was one I thought I heard
though soon the sound escaped me,
it left me still disturbed.
A poem never written
was one I longed to hear -
yet on, the page stared blankly
at the words that stood so near.
A poem never realized
may seem an unclear thing
without a phrase definative
just a voice re-echoing.
A song to me familiar
while all the lyrics hide
I welcome and attempt the tune
of a melody deep inside.
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Todd, this is beautiful - full of heart and longing. When did you write it, just now? 4:41AM?
ReplyDeleteVery creative and touching. We will look forward to more as your soul speaks to ours.
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