Sunday, July 27, 2003

by Myrna Perez

If I had only one note
To sing for the whole of my life
It would be high and clear
A clarion for the winds of this time
Light and gold, to reach inside the heart;
The inexpressable beauty of hope.
And yet, a white hot song
It pulls through, so wonderful
It pains me. A melody that becomes
One's soul; the darkness itself
Is light.

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