It is not here in the tangles
of what we'd wish life's song to hold
No jewel equals nor gathers
more to the moment than you,
Its not the all or the nothing
but that delicate path between what beats
what lays there unspoken, holds
you upon the simplistic message of my soul
And whispers your name.
I don't walk gentle, for time so ravishes the form
and youth that once beguiling structure
cannot save the body's wears or fates long haul
So I speak open, across
where the table lies open, fresh
and drawing upon you my eyes
I feast the heavens.
You know the song that lingers here
where upon your lonely tide
For even in my waged resistance to life
I stretch forth that budding song
that mellow the mark wears to your soul
And frowns upon your thoughts the smile.