Song of a Lover

     I wrote a new poem today.  It's not in my usual style...I don't even know what style this is.  But I think that reading poetry in my literature class has made me want to write some. So as I sat down to eat a bowl of Spaghettios this afternoon in my dorm room, I felt inspired to write something, and so I picked up a pen and grabbed some nearby paper (there's always paper nearby), and began to write. This is what I came up with, though I cannot in anyway relate to this poem, especially since the person speaking seem to have no hope, something I do have in Christ.  I was almost finished, when I happened to look at the time and realized that I was already five minutes late for class, so I ran to class (not literally. But I did walk quickly), taking my poem with me and finished the last three lines in class.  And here it is…

Song of a Lover

Oh, to hear the words of your sad song once more,

As you sang it on that day, early in the morn.

The words oft replay in my head, but alas, ne’er aloud.

This silence hangs over my life, eternally an oppressive cloud.

The world closes in on me, now that you are no more;

The dreams of night make me lonely, and wakefulness, forlorn.

For whether in dream or waking thought, my plea remains the same:

That life and passion would return to you, and your heart would again be aflame.

I cry to the empty air; I turn to the east and to the west,

But none can give me my desire; none fulfill my one request.

I wish to see you breathe again; to smile at me and sing –

A pleasant song as you used to, as you watched the birds take wing.

You sang a sorrowful song that morning, as if you already knew

That your life would end that day; in moments your life would be through.

Even your voice singing that sad song, my desire would satiate,

But your lifelessness and silence tell me that such will not be my fate.