The Music of My World

 

Photo by Jacqueline Casey

The Music of My World

There’s tenor in my baby’s forceful cry
when, in the dawn, I hear her hungry tones.
Libretto in my larking lover’s sighs
that flutter past in rapid racing moans.

Not all the music in my world is heard.
Some singers wing in worlds beyond my ear.
Infinity of melody_ that bird
who echoes to his mate alarm and fear.

Oh, world of sound and melody once sung
there’s endless beat of joy among her chart
where breathless high vibrato here is hung.
Refrain: that endless beating of my heart.

And all the creatures of my world a choir
whose song is lifted with their soul’s desire.

“Mother Eclipse”

Solar Eclipse August 21, 2017.

Mother Eclipse

The morning doves now pause their cooing, grand!
The infant’s little lids close heavily.
All nature yawns at fading of their land
while green has turned to black too instantly!

How must our father’s fore us felt when torn:
their brightest sun is sprinkled on black leaves.
Like little half-moons dance about the morn
convince him of a dark eternity.

Forever gone, man’s mother-light has left:
she hides in darkness, cold, their world up-ends!
And falling to their knees, their heart’s bereft
as blackness shakes their bones and leaves no friend.

“Oh, light of all our life, please with us stay
as from your breast our universal sway.”