by Patience Worth
Elusive gift, a song! Hovering
A moment as a moth upon the wing-
A part of the sunlight, a part of the shadow,
A part of joy, a part of sorrow, born;
Intimately partaking in its conception
And birth of its bearer, thereby a part.
An elusive gift, a song!
Loosed in an agony, yea pulsed
With the fibre of the soul-
Living, warm, blinding,
Outward flung affrighted, seeking,
Seeking a nest, a resting spot,
An elusive gift a song-
Yet beloved, 'tis all I bring thee!
Last updated January 14, 2019