A Love Song, a poem by S Francis

Why should we not touch our souls
With one bow and hear
Separate strings sing one melody?
One voice to dive into
An echo
From hills carved by Masters
Who could not have known.

They began our song
Before words stirred our tongues.
Like a kiss
Born inside
A flower pushing up through dirt
To follow the path of Helios

Its pedals,
Dripping with dew,
Swallow one ray of light.
Lips trembling,
At last,
Strong enough for

Written after reading ‘Love Song’ by Rilke from New Poems as translated by Edward Snow and published by North Point Press in New York, 2001

(C) Stephen Fuller, 2019

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