The songbird that didn’t sing
~ a poem for Amy Winehouse ~
Far away she went
And out of reach
A message sent
Washed upon a beach
Over seas of hope
With a love that lasts.
Winter passed
Its silent solitude vast
Life by a rope
Hanging from a cliff
And like a sword
Through storm clouds above
The Great What If…
Then came spring
And still the songbird didn’t sing
Till the sound of her flapping wing
Foretold the end of suffering
And now we play with the thought
That a feather away
Is a new beginning
Among the castles in the sand.
©Jan-Peter Scheffer