I want to sing a song
The words to which I don’t remember
Lately I’ve dreamt of places I’d forgotten
I want to kiss the hand
That brought me warmth last December
The hand that held a love I can’t recall.
I was to sing you songs
I’ve kept- written in silent chambers
Staying still, watching the flowers bloom and wither
I want to take your hand
Before you drift away again, a dying ember
To fuel it, my letters fly as it burns them all.
I want to write you a poem
Worth reading, words unnumbered
Memories visit me of an old friend, gifts I’ve gotten
I want to hold close the soul
That sits with me in silence, where I cower
Breathing (the sound of life), reaching past my walls.
