Lost Song

on a swaying sedge
in a field all alone
a blue jay is singing
a mournful lost song

he sings ever longer
for the wind is what answers
headstrong and wrong

the sun has been setting 
as shadows grow long
and the bird, unrelenting
must finish his song

the night, it does beckon
when the field will go calm
the wind will grow silent
and the sedges will mourn
beyond the horizon 
a sliver of hope
will fade as the light
falls out of his scope

the songbird's last hope

the hymn, it has ended
and all will be still
the night does now rule
with an empty cold chill