A Lost Song

In the spring of morning,

I am removed from slumber

by the voice of the robin.

My love and life entwined,

with the beauty of a song,

the words I do not know.

Perched outside my window,

it’s exquisite voice proclaims

the joyous beginning

of yet another day.

Beating in response,

to each masterful note,

my living heart suffers

the piercing blows

of a blunted, jagged blade.

For this robin is not mine.

And while no one can possess

a creature of the wild,

I was once knowingly

greeted each day,

by the same bird,

the same song.

That bird is now gone.

Do not ask me how I know,

some things you just know.

And so its glorious song

of love and celebration,

bringing the gift of light to my world,

has been removed,

forever.

And so it goes,

It did not matter what you said,

I just loved to hear your voice.

                                                -flc