The Singer – Poem:
Posted on October 19th, 2008 by Zettel Film Reviewer
The Singer
Threads of experience
spin a strand of life
weaving dreams of sense
harmony from strife
Summer’s passion fair
gentles Autumn’s ease
past is ever there
sorrowing the leaves
Solitary light
shows a giving heart
walk with me tonight
share my world apart
Music my delight
playing my repose
in my darkest night
solace never goes
Wherever I may go
here’s where I belong
do not whisper low
sing out loud and strong
Now a quiet space
everyone has gone
I recall his face
ever youthful John
Filed under: Loss, Philosophical