Your song is the one I hearken to.
It muddles me to sleep; it stirs me from slumber.
My heart knows it through and through.
Droves of melody strum like thunder in the air,
Yet your anthem strifles them over.
Your song is the one I hearken to.
A strain most lush that I cannot bear
Not to gaze in your eyes as passion pulls us closer.
My heart knows it through and through.
There is no need for instruments or words; your tune is bare.
It is written by your breath and sung by your heart; forever,
Your song is the one I hearken to
A ballad that I hear across miles; it is there
In my soul you sing to me from summer to summer.
My heart knows it through and through.
I may not be the first ear to your song; I do not care.
Yours is the final track; there will not be another.
Your song is the one I hearken to.
My heart knows it through and through.
YOU ARE READING
Yours Is The Final Track
PoetryMy first take on villanelle poetry. I was looking at my sleeping boyfriend while writing this piece. I have not written any form of poetry in decades!
