Cantillate
As far back as I can remember
there is a melody I try to sing.
I hum and tap out the frustrating tones but
it's always just out of my mind's eye
like a bird's chirp somewhere in the forest
unseen and out of reach.
Sometimes late at night,
I'll close my eyes tight and on the cusp of sleep
it'll come like a soft falsetto to only find when I wake my song remiss.
No tears from these tired eyes.
My song will belt out when I least expect and then I'll sing for all to see
there is certain attuned magic when liberation proceeds willful melodies.
Joy4no1
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