Koltrasten (The Blackbird)

by TS S. Fulk

The eventide warbling

a broken melody

pleading, yet somehow whole

reminds me of our life —

together, yet yearning,

the harmony of chords.

“Koltrasten,” the common blackbird

your paradoxical voice soars 

and sores yearningly with regret —

this airy twitt’ring aria.

Yet, I smile at the discord

hidden within the subconscious

message of your song’s dissonance:

lack and contentment fused, combined.

I breathe in deep your tune.

Our togetherness masks the void.