Repast of Silence

A sparrow stopped to sing to me as the morning set Of chance born from fate for this living destiny Unfolding for me as a many petal flower Beneath the afternoon’s first kiss I sing this evening of the dawning of day Whose bright beams wash over my skin Like ice blue fresh water of a mountain’s tears Sown of happiness full and wide with wonder My voice cries out this night into the gaping heavens For I have been freed from my repast of silence Like a once condemned soul that ripped from hell His second chance from the mitts of that vile thing The amorphous icon of putridity Out cries forth from these silent lips a scream “I have gleaned the Day!” And now like a thief in secret I hold it inside my heart covetously