You sing a sweet song my love
The beauty of your eye beneath the brow
You sing a sweet song my love
And to you I believe I vow
To be one with sound
A valley where the owl bellows
Out it’s only tune
As my heart may allow
As it is immune to their wicked words of song
But in you there’s another word to be heard
I found it true all along
The sort of truth within a string
It whispers that it may belong
You sing a sweet song my love
The earthy air and sky is free upon the hour
The belly of laughter and love upon our skin blooms like a flower
You sing a sweet song
And dreamers are on the prowl
They beg to you for sweetness
You return to them a song
And in them you find your weakness
Yet with you they still feel strong
You sing a sweet song my love
The beauty of your eye beneath the brow
Within I see dimensional wholesome openness somehow
And I can’t contain the feeling
As beneath I hide my brokenness
As we hone our skills
I must obtain the kneeling trees
That bow
Will you dance they would say
Do you know how
And to them you’ll sing
Sing you will
And their roots will grow remarkably well
As tomorrow brings another story
That they’ll never tell
The doves sit in the trees
Singing songs sweet like a million little bells
Getting down upon their knees
As the world will bestow upon thee
A moment to be free
As my heart may allow
You sing a sweet song my love
And I won’t stop until you’re found.
The beauty of your eye beneath the brow
You sing a sweet song my love
And to you I believe I vow
To be one with sound
A valley where the owl bellows
Out it’s only tune
As my heart may allow
As it is immune to their wicked words of song
But in you there’s another word to be heard
I found it true all along
The sort of truth within a string
It whispers that it may belong
You sing a sweet song my love
The earthy air and sky is free upon the hour
The belly of laughter and love upon our skin blooms like a flower
You sing a sweet song
And dreamers are on the prowl
They beg to you for sweetness
You return to them a song
And in them you find your weakness
Yet with you they still feel strong
You sing a sweet song my love
The beauty of your eye beneath the brow
Within I see dimensional wholesome openness somehow
And I can’t contain the feeling
As beneath I hide my brokenness
As we hone our skills
I must obtain the kneeling trees
That bow
Will you dance they would say
Do you know how
And to them you’ll sing
Sing you will
And their roots will grow remarkably well
As tomorrow brings another story
That they’ll never tell
The doves sit in the trees
Singing songs sweet like a million little bells
Getting down upon their knees
As the world will bestow upon thee
A moment to be free
As my heart may allow
You sing a sweet song my love
And I won’t stop until you’re found.
About the Author
 | Sarah Wallace has been writing poetry since she was 12 years old. She loves to paint and some of her paintings are featured in her book. She is intrigued by philosophical musings and her work is not only a calling but a way of relating the natural world with feeling. Her creativity revolves around the spark of intuition she receives when she must write a poem- she must jot it down- wherever she is. She is excited to share her book with people as she hopes they can feel the emotions she intended to evoke. Get in touch with her to discover more about her work and future plans. |
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