Fidelity
Fidelity to suspected values
An endless Western trope
Holding on to long lost views
And forlorn human hope
Sticking picks and pedals click
With upper and lower case
You know it as you find the bits
And a new song grows in place
When you find the last few words
When we mark our favorite names
When we see ourselves in sorrow
And all our stories seem the same
The humming of the passers-by
The leaves flap in the breeze
The metaphors that give us life
And take it when they please
When you find the last few words
When we mark our favorite names
When we see ourselves in sorrow
Will all our stories feel the same?
We'll only know our own dark part
If we strain against the gravity
But with every echo in our heart
We mirror our souls' fidelity
When we see ourselves in sorrow
Then our stories beg to borrow
When we know there's no tomorrow -
Then our stories lose their sorrow
1/27/24
Demo - 2/5/24
© Huw Powell
humanthoughts.org
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