|Alone in a Crowd (2013)|
I wrote you a poem you will never read.
Every day, I play your song to the trees
and they share it with the breeze in hopes you'll hear.
Woven in my senses, you are in me
In spite of yourself
In spite of myself
My yearn reaches out and far and wide
sniffing your fragrant micro-fragments in the air
here and there, breath's pollen
carried lightly on worn memory and shy imagination's wings
to feed my need into submission
then carry on
(Do you sometimes feel the wind gently stroke a silver sliver of your glow for me?)
(Do you shiver in the moon's light?)
|Moonlight Shiver (2014)|