Enkindling dawn warms my guitar:
two sunbursts blazing ballads soon
six scintillating strings will sing
as I embrace my music's wish
and strum accord with melodies
waking, fervent to be heard,
enchanting wind with rhythm's dance.
The morning birds appear, await
a soulful serenade from me
- a custom once I gave my heart
to song, to live a lyric's life:
to be recalled when silence comes,
inspiring new voice to air,
intoned with care and beauty's truths,
attuned to note a sounder place
within the light of harmony.

Serenade © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: February 28, 2019