I long to sing
With words I do not have
In no language I know
Seamlessly weave, string
tunes. Suave
like the staccato
of this songbird.
I long to sing
Of love that kissed
my face. Clapped
my aching cord.
Smoothened these lines
Carved by worries
fears, smiling ghosts.
Love that caressed
Like the fingered wind
My drumming t’mple.
Love that silently
Whistles my secret name.
I long to sing
Of this phantom
Grips my heart so.
I ache to sing
Of these feelings
And thoughts
I do not know
In this song I cannot sing.
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