words have come
relentlessly –
as longing to embrace
as petals poised
to catch the first raindrop
as quiet seeks to fill
the place –
nothing (all) belong
music none can hear
(but still we sing)
of what life is –
I feel it
as a pleading in my bones
returning as a thought
to will me home
ink to keep
another place –
tho hands can hardly hold
the places I have seen
to lie beyond –
(behind)
in faded houses
trapped in papered walls –
silk to blade
the same as once we were
(yellow)
scarlet markers –
reaching yet for me
to lie beneath the gate
(in daffodils)