The Song She Is
It's amazing how quickly we learn each other's song
Rhythms of some day
Punctuated with beats of the shut eyes of yesterday
Breathing in perfect harmony with now
How her eyes dart conducting her woven thoughts
From story to story
And fixate
When she finds a happy refrain
I read her like a book
Like a scholar
Trying to remember the ancient tongue
Of a magical past
I study her
I hear the words
Her music moves me
But what does it all mean?
Alas, the same song will never again
Good fortune, tomorrow she plays anew.
I take her body
The powerful words it tenses and sleeps
And color it with the sounds she makes
When she speaks
She's more than just a mouth
That mechanically utters purpose
More than skin
That can feel and
Give feelings in return
She's my whole.
The parts that I read
Come with me when I go
The songs that she sings
Haunt me
Waking to dawn alone.
