Sing Along
Sing Along
...and become a poet.
Silver space pen,
purple notebook,
brown blanket,
yellow dog,
blue morning,
black tea...
Inside my head
I'm humming soul music,
dark notes of longing,
bright words of belonging.
Love is
green, orange, red,
and the chorus goes:
Sing, sing,
sing for some bread.
Sing, sing,
sing and be fed.
With calming notes
I summon my muse,
then light candle
to scribble out
my song.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete,
until another heart whispers back.
Those who wish to sing always find a song.
At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
~ Plato
