The Song ..

This is the song I fling
Forth to the wounded sky
Knowing that love will bring
Some other way to fly.

Broken my wings, and torn
Under a sodden sky
Twittering voice, so worn
Barely can make a cry.

Hardly a voice to speak
Hardly a heart to feel
Pitiful, scorned and weak
Longing to breathe, be real.

Slowly the frozen soul
Thaws into acid tears
Coldness has kept me whole
Through all these arctic years.

Yet I am still a song
Though holed and wholly mute
Till His breath warms along
Playing me like a flute.