If Only.
No tonic compares to dawn\'s rewarding blackbird-sweet melodies
spilling abroad.
Silence drips with explosion as heart bares feathered note-shards
which pierce crystal air.
If only my pen could capture each rapturous
droplet of sound, alchemy bottled in clearest
liquidy notes which unstoppered pour healing
on festering mind-sets, this dose of captured
spring-chorus would invoke poetic treatment.
Of all nature\'s trilled symphonies this bird\'s throaty repertoire hastens
bards to rise early.
So with his tuneful soliloquies stirring my sleep I now gratefully rouse
and intend to drink deeply.