05-18-2013, 10:03 AM
Revised
Sparrows cloud the sky.
Winged shadows,
they fill the air with silence,
their song caught in their throats.
My voice has abandoned me too,
a bell that will not ring.
A tongue tied with filament.
Tracing the birds flight,
I long for a single sound.
Without your song
the quiet is overwhelming.
Sparrows cloud the sky.
Winged shadows,
they fill the air with silence,
their song caught in their throats.
My voice has abandoned me too,
a bell that will not ring.
A tongue tied with filament.
Tracing the birds flight,
I long for a single sound.
Without your song
the quiet is overwhelming.