“Through The Stillness”

Posted: February 5, 2016 in Poems

I celebrate myself and sing myself—

A tune that is not as loud

As the city lights and urban sounds,

A song not as distinct as famous concerts

Nor as pronounced as classic operas.

I celebrate myself and sing my own song through the morn—

A melody not apt for every feeling, emotion, occurrence,

But a tune that is heard during the stillness

Of that cold, quiet morning, in an hour after the storm.

I am the song sung quietly among the trees,

The tune whispered softly through mountains,

The one echoed through all the ages.

 

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