As I Sang

Oh how I wish I could sing in a choir-worthy voice
I’d sing about my Earth, solemn and slow
I’d find a rhythm matching the flight of birds
in the sky, majestic and tall
trees with summer leaves waving
branches raised like everyone should dance
as I sang to them, drenched in a fine rain
clean so clean, in a morning concert
where timpani makes a little thunder
I’d sing in a wet voice
so many tears before the sun will show
the melody messes with the drama
I wish I could sing a lavish song
about a love that left me alone
a solo cantata, my thin voice
pure and unwavering drawing an image
of anguish that fades with comfort
to be a clear song of solace
blending with hopes harmony
a tiny tune of some larger rapture
I’d invite you to sing along
my solo, our duet and a choir
to finish it off and bring us home.

Judith A. Sears
©07/21/2018

…sometimes in the morning – it will be raining and I will sing and wish that I sounded better – but there is no one to hear me – so it doesn’t really matter much – the dog doesn’t care and I have my bedside book and my pen and my hands are steady enough to write today – so after an edit this was the result. (see image below for the handwritten/unedited original) (This mornings song “Brothers (or Bratja)” from Fullmetal Achemist (don’t judge me. I love anime)) jas