A writer of songs and my soul's delight,
Seeks tunes that cannot be vocally sung;
For the notes all live in the key of light,
Too sweet to be sung by a bitter tongue.
For my shadowed path, often dark and drear,
Seldom wanders in the bright lands of light.
A voice that whispers of gathering fear,
Can be overwhelmed by the shining sight.
And thus, the most difficult task for me,
The challenge for such a bitter old voice,
Is recognizing a sweet melody,
And vocalizing the sonorous choice.
Endure my attempts, to eliminate
Long gray pages darkened by shadows rife;
While I teach my tongue to illuminate,
The passages in the book of my life.
Behind all the mountains of doom and gloom,
That shadow my words in a long twilight;
Is a land of beauty where flowers bloom,
And ballads are sung in the broad sunlight.
Mick McKellar
April 2016
Bear with me, I'm learning to write about happy stuff!
Mick
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