I'll Sing

I'll sing to the ocean and sing to the trees;
I'll sing to the mystical moon;
I'll sing to the raindrops and sing to the breeze
A heart-healing, soul-soothing tune.

And it will ascend--every note, every word--
A pillar of water and fire,
A love song for timbrel and lyre.

Crescendoing gradually, will it be heard
By seekers of temp'ral desire?
What feelings will my song inspire?

I'll sing to the mountains and sing to each stream;
I'll sing to the storm clouds above;
I'll sing to the wild, raging rivers agleam
A powerful anthem of love.

It will not seek refuge in half-hallowed halls
Where poets are outcasts oppressed,
Where vision is quickly suppressed.

It will not be silenced, confined behind walls,
Where dreamers surrender their dreams,
Diverting restorative streams.

I'll sing to the valleys that cry out for rain;
I'll sing to the sun as it sets;
I'll sing of a love that the skies can't contain;
I'll sing, free from fears and regrets.


© 2019 David Acosta Perez