{"sf1_id":903543,"sf2_id":"Rm0wKMQe","title":"A Song Sung Twice","author":"Atharen McDohl","words":511,"posted_at":"2015-08-27T08:15:00.000Z","tags":["Clean","Poem","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/903543-a-song-sung-twice","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0wKMQe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/5a/b3/5ab37e4e-1ffd-4f7a-9410-ad27ba7ff7e2","description":"I watched a thing that just kinda stuck in my head. I don't write poetry often, but sometimes an idea comes that's just expressed best that way. And so, at one in the morning, I ended up with a poem that decided to keep poking me until I had it written down. Here's the result. If you look closely, you'll see that the song in question technically gets sung many times, but there are really only two people by the end that understand it enough to sing it properly, which is why it's only sung twice. Hope you don't hate it, I dunno how I feel about my poetry skills.\nIn other news, I'm still alive, and still working. Hopefully I'll have the next chapter of Of Mites and Macros uploaded within a couple days.","content":"His voice full of hope, eyes sparkling bright\n\nA song filled the air, of lovers held tight.\n\nThose words found no ear, sung to the sky\n\nHeard not even by birds who flew by.\n\nYet onward he sang, with all of his might.\n\nOne day will come who brings me my love,\n\nGently landing beside me, soft as the dove.\n\nNot to take me away from a life of pain,\n\nbut to dismiss from this world the gloomy rain.\n\nCome swiftly my sweet, let my heart fly above.\n\nMusic flowed all around, heard now at last\n\nBy the dreamers who cried for chances now past.\n\nThey carried his tune to places unknown\n\nTo the lad and the land in which he had grown,\n\nSpreading the song, if not very fast.\n\nWhere do you hide, that will fill my heart,\n\nHow long can I bear to be apart?\n\nForever I'll search though long may it take,\n\nA quest too important to ever forsake.\n\nWon't you please give me someplace to start?\n\nMore snared by the tune, the hopeful, the young\n\nHelped it along, lending a tongue.\n\nDriven far by these voices, truly it flew\n\nThrough borders and crossings to other lands, too.\n\nAnd ever 'twas this that they sung.\n\nUnder rock, through the fen, over stream will I search\n\nTo find where my dove does now perch.\n\nIf the sky be your home, then will I fly\n\nWith the wings hope grants me to soar through the sky.\n\nUntil vows we proclaim to all in the church.\n\nOne bright and fair, the melody found,\n\nHer body and soul enriched by its sound.\n\nThe author she knew would be waiting for her\n\nTo fill up his heart, with passion to stir.\n\nHer journey began, the song turned around.\n\nI'll find you, my one perfect and only\n\nNo other can make me no longer lonely.\n\nSit still and wait as I scour the world for you,\n\nAnd then will I prove that our love is true.\n\nWe'll make a place for us, lovely and homey.\n\nThe lad did she locate through months of crawling,\n\nYet what she found there had her bawling.\n\nFor the woman that kissed him right on the lips\n\nAnd his hands that were wrapped about her hips.\n\nThe song she now heard was ever so galling.\n\nO love, now together will everyone ponder\n\nIf ever were any whose pairing was fonder\n\nThan our union so perfect and whole,\n\nFor now we become of one soul.\n\nThat no longer this earth need I wander.\n\nThe maiden disgraced fled from the scene,\n\nNow finding herself where that lad had been.\n\nSo she opened her mouth and let the words free\n\nTo find whatever answer may be,\n\nFor now in truth did she know what those words mean.\n\nOne day will come who brings me my love,\n\nGently landing beside me, soft as the dove.\n\nNot to take me away from a life of pain,\n\nbut to dismiss from this world the gloomy rain.\n\nCome swiftly my sweet, let my heart fly above.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}