Sweet Songbird
Unanswered Call for Love
Sweet songbird,
How still you are this morning.
Most days you kiss the dew
From the waking sun,
And sing your soft songs of rebirth
Into her ear.
You whisper the day into existence.
Your song guides tulips from their beds,
Stretching their yellow thin fingers
Through the night-gripped haze.
Your call stirs the recluse,
Prompting her to spin her translucent signs
Of life apart from life.
But today, you stopped your morning ritual.
You lay silent and still,
Weary and heavy in your nest;
Content to let this world
Fend for ourselves without your
Sweet guidance.
My love, my songbird,
Sing me your song, just once more.
Come out to greet me.
Washing night away with warmth and steam
Is too lonely a task without your beguiling song.
Join me in preparing the day,
As my light cannot reach
What your song does not awake.
About the Creator
Cristina Marie Martinez
An artist, a lover, a daughter, a friend
Everything else will come from my writing!
I truly hope you enjoy my stories and find a wonderful escape!
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