My Songbird Has Flown

 
20 Jun 2012

Poem for Robin

 



My songbird has flown and the world sighs

The gentle mouthpiece of his immortal muse has gone

And no music can be heard that is sweeter than the language of his love

No diamond is more precious than the memory of the twinkling in his eyes

And no treasure in the lands will replace his happy smile

My songbird has flown and the world sighs

And if I were to paint a third of what I feel,

A masterpiece would be yours

To have and hold and hang upon your wall

If I were to write the words that spill from my heart, tomes and volumes would make your library wide and tall

If I were to sing songs of praise for him,

Saints would rise to make a chorus fit to please angel heralds.

And if I were to make music for his gentle ear, celestial harmonies would dance in all the worlds.

And so no more, his voice now stilled but never gone

A depth of silence reigns where once he had his say

The veil of night has fallen

But a dawn of the divine will rise for a new day.

My songbird has flown and the world sighs,

But we know that he is never far away.

 

My love, my life, Dwina xxxxxx

About Dwina

Dwina Murphy-Gibb photo

Dwina Murphy-Gibb was born in County Tyrone, Northern Ireland. She was educated in Northern Ireland and attended Hornsey Art College in England.

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