Let Me Sing with You a While

As I was taking my morning walk in the playground, I saw a little bird perched on the topmost branch of the tallest tree of the garden. Its sweet singing blew a breeze of joy into my heart.

O angelic singer, o spirit free

Perched at the topmost twig

Of the garden’s tallest mango tree

Sing again sweetly and fill me with hope

I have to sow light in the nights

Of the heart of many despaired who grope

O celestial messenger fill me to the brim

O wind’s beloved, O winged bard

 for those crushed under the weight of burdens

to hope against hope, it’s so hard

The suffering heart can only cry in pain

Can you bring back those words of joy

 I have lost in stumbling through strain?

                                                                                                                                           

O carefree musician, O joy creator true

Let me sit with you a little while

And hum along in tune with you

Unlike yours, my voice is not sweet

Perhaps I will learn a drop of sweetness

If I endeavor my best with you to tweet              

Xavier Bage

Mon, February 29, 2016