Tonight
I was bereft of light
as a bird
bereft of wings
lies aching.
Upon a thousand strings
music spread his wings,
vibrant with words unheard,
clef on radiant clef awaking.
Strung on air,
my heathered hair
uprode the night,
a myriad gong
sprinkling the flight
of song.
Evelyn Coffey
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