Sonnet 32

I think I know of why the caged man sings, Ballads beyond a broken heart of blue, In chains of love singing to free his wings, From hour to hour hymns heard by heavens hue. Blue skies above him teased his teary eyes, Worn out watching the wind with weary ways, Inside of blue himself; through love he cries, Escaping hell through hymns dost his heart prays. Deceived by life, he sings intimate death, Though morbid blue, he breathes ballads that bless, A love that never loved his precious breath, Inside of flesh, enslaved by chains of flesh. Forsaken by feelings that wish to fly, So long a song unsung searching the sky.