Oh sweetly heard calling songstress <br />Who nightly wanders in her long dress <br />Singing sadly 'till the dawn <br />Who calls as one as all forlorn; <br /> <br />I saw you perched upon a log <br />In morning mist, the silken fog, <br />With your breasts all scratched by thorns, <br />Your dress in ribbons trailed and torn; <br /> <br />Why do you cry so in the dark <br />Your haunting trill throughout the park <br />A melody beneath the moon, <br />So mournful you out do the loon. <br /> <br />You sing as if to discover <br />The whereabouts of some lost lover <br />Who lived with you for such long date <br />That you won’t seek another mate. <br /> <br />You sing as one so long distressed <br />As if by memories long oppressed, <br />Calling out to him who’s lost <br />In the forest tempest tossed. <br /> <br />The wind and rain unloose your hair <br />Which whips your shoulders cut and bare <br />There is such terror in your eyes <br />Without your lover you will not die; <br /> <br />Oh sweet beauty amend thy ways <br />Love another on this day, <br />You waste the powers of your lungs <br />To sing to him who is long gone. <br /> <br />Then sing to me who long has waited <br />To return your song and sing elated; <br />And we will blend in such harmony <br />That the forest will rise in symphony.<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/laurel-s-song/
