hold not your voice from me

I

lost in the cavernous spaces made by love’s wake

yearning to give to, nothing to take

from illusion like scenarios of unsubstantiated dreams

where whispers seem like screams

something true, revealed in the speaking

through conversation, spoken, heard

leaving the remains of earth life seeking

quiet responses, whispers from a rare and quiet bird

and as she warbles from the safety of her hedge

I pray my song doesn’t drive her from my sight

I know she’ll fly if confronted with a ledge

and I haven’t mastered flight

I would climb the sky to near her

trying not to steer her

but aim together with the fates

burning into a single fiery bolt

cleave the heavens gates

wielding love like revolt

II

once she heard my song

and we swam through each others’ warring tides

but as our ebb is balanced and our crest subsides

a new work begins to breathe

weaving an olive branch to wreathe

the road is paved with forgiveness

acceptance as the milestones

but always in sight,

the bones of past’s remains

as visions of death, like stains,

obscure the occurrence of life

and searching through this filter

does she exist for me this wife

oh to find her

not to bind her

to such a wild erratic bird as I, with a distracted mind

giving its entirety to each moments tick, leaving each tock behind

winding up life, just to watch it unwind

III

and as each breath seems struggling in revealing

my whole being quiets its attention... stealing

honey from blossom lips and smiles from the corners of eyes

too shy to look directly into the truth of love

off stage the dove, waits to anoint such looks

written about in all great books

shelved in oblivion's file

and all the while

the librarian waits

in the wing dedicated to mates

to file the text called ‘we’

hold not your voice from me