The Oldest Song

the oldest song holds ever true
yet it’s music evades me still
that such can I with words imbue
not e’er a note with sharpened quill
but even as this silence peals
an echo of the ancient strains
calls inward for my heart to yield
unto the muse’s pleasured pains
that brought into the world their songs
of innocence and sinful tales
sagas of men loved and wronged
of happiness and sad travails
thus as these shadows stretch in mind
they in their turn bring also light
that could allow my soul to find
the old song’s words I long to write.


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