Friday, March 18, 2011

Comfort



Enchanting and mellow
It leaked out of her cello
A pall of yellow
O hollow fellows

Each time it fluttered
Her heart would unclutter
Then the music stuttered
Holding thoughts shuttered

Through her eyes it would soar
Bringing thoughts to the fore
Then, before it said more
It shrank back from the shore

It would slowly leak
The melody of the meek
Freedom it would seek
On horizons bleak

Her cello stopped
Her tears mopped
Her head locked
Itself it mocked.