Not by pen and never voiced, not even thought,
but still a dull ache, a begging for freedom
not experienced this life
or a million past.
What’s holding back the waters before the flash and burst?
Before a trickle knows there are others
joining rivulets and streams?
All heading to the same sea of souls.
Sing your song--even a sad one.
Wail for your lost love
or the cross at Carver Beach.
Even a tombstone has an ear for woe.
And when the tears flow freely,
through haze and ache is freedom
clearly the cause
at the center of your voice.
Wishes not experienced do someday
break out in song of volume,
song of the waters
to the sea.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Song of the Waters
What's in your heart?