The Sound Poem by The White Rabbit

The Sound



I always thought
You were something more
(Something of worth)
You were like a jewelry box
When I opened you up
You sang to me
Like a little lullaby
Just for me
(I used to think)

You were more than life
(More than the light)

You were like a morning bird
When I let you in
You’d sing to me
A little tune
And
I like to think that it was worth the pain
My tears fell for the little things

I miss my song bird mornings
(And my jewelry box nightmares)

Cause to me you were worth the pain

In all the hidden drunken slurs
(And I dream of the tunes and gentle lullabies)

Because you were worth the pain
You were glowing light
(The sun incarnate)

And someone’s sun you were
(Just not mine)

And now I pretend
(That the sound)

Of the shards of my jagged heart
(Falling to the floor)

Doesn’t make me smile

Cause now they play a tinkering tune

Of you
And tell the truth
(You like the sound too.)

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