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
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