Light Song

A handsome red winged blackbird

Is perched upon a wire.

He’s cloaked in coal black feathers

And his shoulder glows red fire.

 

A sliver trout is swimming up

A winding sun kissed stream.

Her scales all catch the holy light;

They brightly shine and gleam.

 

The clouds are blooming high and white

Above the fertile plain.

The sun shines on their scalloped tops

Without a hint of rain.

 

Don’t let your inner light go out,

Don’t let your fire burn down.

Keep your loving spirit shining

‘Til they lay you in the ground.

 

 

 

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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2 Responses to Light Song

  1. InkFlora says:

    This is lovely!

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