I’ve stood at my heart-and-mind mirror
To stare past reflections of ‘ought’
And covered the skyline with whispers
Never cut free from my thought
The words I have never written
Would cover the sky and the sea
Where tears are the voice of the smitten
And silence its full agony
Down where the lane dips to nothing
Where meadow-grass and blue sky touch
I think there must be an ocean
Filled with lost poems and such
Honor must wear its thorns bravely
Siphon its crimson and drink
The cup of loneliness, baby
Fills wildernesses with ink
© Janet~
Whoa, so good J!
ReplyDeleteEach line is a stand out, and the thought written and not, hits this smitten one.