If Only.
No tonic compares to dawn\'s rewarding
blackbird-sweet melodies spilling abroad.
Silence drips with explosion as notes bare
feathered soul-shards that pierce crystal air.
If only my pen could capture
each droplet of sound
as alchemy bottled in rapture
soaks bird\'s boundary
with heard joy, if my passion
roused by joining loud
whistling to a poetic canvas
could chorus its proud
aria my awe would take action.
Of all nature\'s trill- symphonies this bird\'s
throaty repertoire hastens me to rise early.
So with tuneful soliloquies stirring my sleep
I gratefully rouse and intend to drink deeply.