If Only.
No tonic compares to dawn\'s rewarding
blackbird melodies fondly spilling abroad.
Silence drips with explosion as soul bares
un-taught notes ready to pierce crystal air.
If only my pen could capture
each droplet of sound
as alchemy bottled in rapture
soaks festering,
mood of doleful feelings
and doses joy into morn or eve
invoking my mentals
to note chorus and sing aloud.
.
Of all nature\'s trilled symphonies a bird\'s
throaty repertoire hastens me to rise early.
So his ancient soliloquies stirring my sleep
I gratefully rouse and intend to drink deeply.