Shall I compare thee to a singing bird?
by Austin Alfano
Your song is more beautiful and light,
Gorgeous voice speaking with soft-spoken word,
Is the way one should wake into the bright.
The light of the day is welcomed in song,
All the while night waits for the sun’s rise,
And to wait for this seems all way too long,
Although it’s worth it when I hear the prize.
As beautiful songs are sung in the air,
Your voice welcomes the light of the new day,
The tone rings through the dull space with no care,
The voice that nothing can ever replay.
The voice that’s more beautiful than a bird’s,
is unimaginable until heard.