I Sing the Bright Day

I sing the bright day down the sky—
The drowsing sun is silent, deaf to pleas.
I sing because I cannot cry.

The song wells up from nowhere, to fly
Into this world like startled birds from trees.
I sing the bright day down the sky.

My source as well I cannot spy—
Like unseen blocks that build the winding breeze.
I sing because I cannot cry.

No tear will come to soothe the eye
that burns with seeing. Upon my battered knees
I sing the bright day down the sky.

The light will fade, the day will die,
This burning song will sink into a wheeze.
I sing because I cannot cry.

The song rolls out, is blown awry,
Like wind wracked smoke above the raging seas—
I sing the bright day down the sky.
I sing because I cannot cry.