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West Coast Eisteddfod Poetry Competition entry by Darrell Lindsey
Song Of Longing
How wide the music pulsing in the night
Which drifts to mountains with ancient flowers,
And sings a sacred song to these hours;
Yet often chains deceive bliss, and blind sight
To voices humming answers filled with light.
How shadows dance a man of his powers,
And leave pure lyrics falling in showers
Of nothingnessthat hide the heart's vast might.
I sing, or else I know I scatter dreams
To pieces, birth my day to day unrest,
And waste the riffs of hope that heal and soar.
I long to lean on chords deemed bright and best,
And rest my spirit in the warmest beams
Of summer, locking less outside my door.