Your Song

Your Song



From the bottom of this well
I hear you sing.
I have never listened to your song
for how do I acquaint?

Deafened ears try to claim your tune
but remain hollow to each other.
How can I hear of your song
when focused on another?

I shall see this light you so praise
when one hundred thousand come.
It is by their very number
that damages become.

My eyes penetrate this foggy well
seeing through lids slit,
seeing high up the light.
The light that has finally come,
no longer forbidding.

And so from the bottom I rise
where I shall bask in new found home
where once an angry serpent
now such feeling has no right to roam.

The light pulls the final curtain.
The light now comes to claim the prize.
Through your song sight sees not double.
Sight does recognize.


--msl2023