"My Bird Shall Sing Again"

SUSAN PUMPHREY

 

The sun comes up in the morn,
Blue and gold; the sky is torn.
Light, I pray, shall not prevail.
Sunlight threatens the nightengale
Singing deep within my chest,
Perched and smiling to the west.
Light silences the singing bird,
Love melodies no longer heard.
For with the light my lover goes,
Leaving me all alone.
I will stay and rest my head
Remembering what he said:
"I will return at dusk, my dove."
And again my bird shall sing of love.

 

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