Song

Sitting in the morning listening to the long forgotten song

Winter had taken it on the wings of it's biting chill silenced

To be sung on the wind this morning brought to an ear

Resting gently on the wind it floats past the noise and 

Clutter of cars, road, busyness abounds yet in this sad

Long song you can hear the longing to slow, wait, listen

Deeply resting in the beauty of spring which has sprung

In the new life displayed by flowers bursting and

Standing still trying to figure out the tomb all over again

Why it lies open, empty, full of longing for the song 

An opus of delight in the sad longing cry yearning

For the hearts joining in resurrected sun