May 29, 2020

The untold

In the depth of my heart,
there’s an unsung song,
waiting for my trials,
to tune in my voice.

In the depths of the fields,
where the songs are sung
but not told,
there lies the night.

Hearing my every cry,
hearing me wail,
hearing my own depth.

I count the stars,
I look for Floyd,
through the things untold
but sung.

And I hope for both,
your breath and your soul,
to be told and sung.

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