Sing Sorrow Of My Heart

Sing Sorrow Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2023 04 20

If I cannot sing sorrow of my heart 
at constant death of everyone I love 
the doorless world will shudder with its loss, 
yet just as I feel empty of desire 
song breaks from darkness of my agony 
with shining beauty of the deathless sun. 

Surprised by sudden voice of ancient truth 
that radiates bright from muteness of her heart, 
she sings to owls and ravens in oak trees 
whose eyes reflect strange beauty of the moon, 
till her soul is empty again of pain 
that leaves her glowing sweet with silent faith. 

Leaning against the river-watered tree, 
she wonders if she can trust this strange joy 
that pulses from vibration of her song 
which echoes over surface of the lake 
where dark things lurk in anxious gloom of hope, 
but savors eerie passion anyway. 

I cannot compose new songs anymore 
till agony of loss swells in my heart 
and spills over brim of my wordless mind 
to flood your hidden gardens with my dreams 
shaped by eerie words that flow from my mouth 
to nurture flowers blooming in your heart. 

Enchanted by fierce ambiance of new hopes 
that well from honest horror of my heart, 
I want to sing clear vision of our world 
that guides my way in maze of mordant myths 
so we can find each other in dark gloom 
and sing duet the world would never miss. 

Specific words that form concepts of thoughts 
evade cogent expression of my heart 
so, though I feel secret passion to sing, 
I dawdle mute as river stone in rain, 
unable to express in clever spells 
complex view of this world my mind designs. 

The Muse of Truth who haunts me everywhere 
sleeps often in dark cavern of my heart, 
or stares at me with flustered innocence 
when I feel wordless scream of agony 
tear itself out of my mind on fierce wings 
while I stumble voiceless on blistering sand. 

Just when I fear my Muse might desert me 
and leave me stranded on the windy beach, 
I breathe ethereal vision of starlight 
with ache of wisdom that inspires my heart 
to find sweet words with rhythmic melody 
so I can now sing sorrow of my heart.