violin strings
taut to the touch
tremble, tremour and break
deepest springs
of holy smudge
turn grey, of form opaque
give us wings
a line to crutch
salve from exhausting ache
a balm from stings
from hurt too much
a limit to chafe we take
soul longs to sing
escape from hutch
to soar the skies as lake
reflecting King's
celestial drudge
the sun in morning's wake
May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 5:24 AM UTC
violin strings
taut to the touch
tremble, tremour and break
deepest springs
of holy smudge
turn grey, of form opaque
give us wings
a line to crutch
salve from exhausting ache
a balm from stings
from hurt too much
a limit to chafe we take
soul longs to sing
escape from hutch
to soar the skies as lake
reflecting King's
celestial drudge
the sun in morning's wake