I thought I would share a poem today:
By Theresa Gage
Lips spout a glorious sound,
That rippled across the keyboard of tree-topped hills,
And rode the billow of waves,
Until the song burst through the plague of storms,
And silenced the tantrum of beasts.
Pride swelled my heart,
Yet I frowned at the offers of her hand,
For I wanted my songbird all to myself,
And I flung her under my mothering wing,
Away from the weakness and corruption of man.
Her angelic song changed to a despondent murmur,
Losing its luster of glee.
Guilt pecked at my core,
And my heart strings could take no more.
I rushed to her side and released her bonds.
She flew to the rooftop and burst with song.
I tossed away the incriminating key
And promised to always keep her free.