Nicholas Rao Poet Lyric

Past the Pane

Past the pane, the newly-risen sun
Embodies hopes to rise, to peak, to wane,
And here within, the music has begun:
Fearful, aggressive songs of despair and pain.

And on my mind’s horizon swarm
The strange possessors of my form,
	A-bustle to the rhythm of the sounds that sting my soul.

And, as I gaze into the blue beyond,
The universal of my heart’s pursuit,
I call to God and pray my echoing voice…
But ah! my voice is mute.

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Gail Debole October 17, 2014 at 6:28 PM Like your poem, and your double meaning of "Pane." Very deep and meaningful thoughts. Thanks for stopping by to read my poem. - Gail

Anne-Lise Andresen October 8, 2014 at 12:59 PM - Warm welcome to PoetrySoup, Nicholas- I choose your very well written poem - Nice to meet you! - Hope you will be satisfied with our "soup family" - we are many .. but has plenty of room for you too- Be kind and keep PoetrySoup as a haven -(Comment on the poetry of others and they will comment on yours.) Thank you for posted your words and thoughts here, I want to come back to read more another day. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)