Synaesthesia Magazine Green - Page 27


I sang my life's song.

Sang it astride the high places and tolled it loud for all to hear;

Sang it in the black bellies of the deepest valleys,

for the joy of its applauding echo.

Sang it proud to the eternal, watchful sky with all the breath in my being;

Sang it free to my own tempo and pleased the fates their whim in its lyrics.

Sang it with all my heart and with all my soul - that just once,

for that very fleetingest of moments;

"My Song"

might raise itself above the throng.

Sullivan the Poet