Young Writers Society

Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".

Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
The faintest hint of a smile graced her ruby lips

Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
The faintest hint of a smile graced her ruby lips
of secrets shaken from towers, I did think,

Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
The faintest hint of a smile graced her ruby lips
of secrets shaken from towers, I did think,
of those beneath mountains, of those beneath lakes.

Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
The faintest hint of a smile graced her ruby lips
of secrets shaken from towers, I did think,
of those beneath mountains, of those beneath lakes.

The mystery of time and again, I embraced

Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
The faintest hint of a smile graced her ruby lips
of secrets shaken from towers, I did think,
of those beneath mountains, of those beneath lakes.

The mystery of time and again, I embraced
as her words did whisper down my spine,

Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
The faintest hint of a smile graced her ruby lips
of secrets shaken from towers, I did think,
of those beneath mountains, of those beneath lakes.

The mystery of time and again, I embraced
as her words did whisper down my spine,
and suddenly not just time was unlaced

Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
The faintest hint of a smile graced her ruby lips
of secrets shaken from towers, I did think,
of those beneath mountains, of those beneath lakes.

The mystery of time and again, I embraced
as her words did whisper down my spine,
and suddenly not just time was unlaced
but also heart-strings I forgot were mine.

Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
The faintest hint of a smile graced her ruby lips
of secrets shaken from towers, I did think,
of those beneath mountains, of those beneath lakes.

The mystery of time and again, I embraced
as her words did whisper down my spine,
and suddenly not just time was unlaced
but also heart-strings I forgot were mine.

For back in the days of my youth - free, lovely glory,