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.




About Ray Sharp

Poet, athlete, retired public health planner
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2 Responses to Light Song

  1. InkFlora says:

    This is lovely!

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