Jan 1, 2013

May joy flow from my flute


May joy flow from my flute—woebegone.
I shall sail across the sea of tears.
The wind says it's time to move on
take all my sleepless nights.
My heart dances with thunder 
laughing in endless waves.
Who are you that can make a song?
Make a song with my flute woebegone.
Stranger, give me a symphony
never heard of, never sung.
Make my ship float across 
with your upstream wind.
A soul I have never seen
pulls my heart, who could stay?
I lost my hopes of a home.
I fall headlong into the stars.
Call of the wild, 
sing through my flute — woebegone.

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