Our Singing Song

~*Our Singing Song *~ Poem How one song long intention, never uttered here, Should sing now in the voice of this bystander, And strike the exact frequency to echo the mother tone Locked inside cobblestone, and tune this pounded street To catch the whisper of its ghost meadow beneath. For her melody ran strong and soft towards your sound Her lamp light symphony Star hung spheres Struck your heart chord to dreaming tears Magicians alchemy weaving memory and mastery And all the sonnets green tone to magnify her word. Would you listen, prick up your ears Listen onlooker, stood by corner shop or conquering mountain top Her shadow golden length spirit gives birth to our harmony on earth. By MoonWulf Copy write January 21st 2008