Each day she sings from her cage
a lonely lament of dire solitude
seven long years now, have her songs been unheard
is this how to treat this sad and forlorn bird

Sunshine filters through the paned windows
yet her cage is far, in the recess of a dark corner
she smells the blossomed air of this spring morning
wafting sweetly through the open chapel doors

Will her song ever be heard
would it be better to sing to the Moon
maybe it's tender light
would hear her plight.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris