Sing Your Heart Out
She sang her heart out
to the owls who sighed and shifted in high trees.
He sang his heart out
for the new day but the moon melted the dawn.
She sang her heart out
by silent rivers and heard the murmur of mud.
He sang his heart out
through deep days of winter and made ice weep.
She sang her heart out
quietly and light came gladly.
He sang his heart out
of his mouth and it howled in the dark.
She sang her heart out
into the wind and warm rain fell.
He sang his heart out
for love and wet leaves whispered.
They sang their hearts out
together until there was no more sound.
The mountains took over the tune and
sang out their hearts.
Sarah Flint lives in the West Country of the UK and for several years has written about diverse interests including gardening, cooking and climbing. At present she likes to write poetry. She enjoys playing with words and tries to put them in an interesting order. Her poetry has been published by The Pygmy Giant, Message in a Bottle, and she has been runner-up in the Mountaineering Council of Scotland Poetry competition.
Love it, super duper words! :)
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