The song inside me cannot die
Though rigid bars have made it try
The small thin voice will not be still
Through storm and ashes, sing it will

I thought that I could push it far
And send it to where longings are
But oft I hear its lilting voice
It pulls my ear, I have no choice

And to myself I must be true
My muse, my love, I follow you.



November 24th, 2020


Photo credit:
Frankieleon