Wild Hope

Treat me as you'd treat me
when you're fully free
while you joyously bearbeing scion of a soul,
a bereaved half's hope,
and a youthful lover's love.

Sweet are my spirit's labor pains
in siring and delivering
fragile strings of of notes -
headstrong, outreaching tunes
clad in copious layers of prayers
resounding like heartbroken tears
as they cut through fervent fears
and with me mutely give thanks and cry
each time you hearken to my melody
singing your own smile and harmony.