by iambe

tap me on my shoulder, me,

is not my place to grieve

a loss i never found

shore my heart, restore the icy cavern been my

fortress through the shock of life

on, move on, be steel my heart before a sorrow

more profound yet less

than just one moment of the joy i've danced

in love with you

o! the times you needs awake me draw

face-on reality

times my sight falls under spell as though my

place to so desire

yet was burden you endured as spared my

heart your right chastisement

in your kindness sightful of the fragile edge

my soul traipsed dream's delusion

i could not limn the

nights-by-the-minute of missing

then losing you

i drag my self 'fore mirrors:

face the loss

face!

the loss!

no

no-o-o-o-o-ooooo

sunday drafting myriad letters

pacing, void of breath, the vacuum

Mother! tell her, speak with her!

plead mercy!

goddess

is she well? o keep her well

for i might die of mourning

prayer's answer comes a word from you

- the line of shock slash from relief and

pierce of indistinct

just is

just

is -

re-forms the ire of absence,

fired in fear of loss,

to glad

abject sorrow inside-out and lifted

in a micro-instant of your name born

- flash! -

in to my heart

leapt it did

soul soared to life

as feeling you anew and swoon relief

it was that day that very day

you re-became a miracle

your words your touch

i feel

and am reborn

o! did i ever learn

the line and measure of

your rare slight touch

as yes i see

yes i get

is any touch at all

what urge asks more so loses all to

know to know

by force so powerless

when more is less

and glares before

the lesson

less is more?

could i imagine contrasts

glaring deep beneath

a shroud

of gray-dull sorrow?

could i know merest flick

of word on eye

such passion's flare awaits?

discoveries like that

do not announce

themselves

[they would be lost]:

when missing ache inturns

and lo!

your presence

in all my ache to meet your eyes

you guide again beyond this world

i glance your heart and soul

and see that

eyes have much to envy

no earthly visage lifts as

word from you -

word you have survived

thank goddess

word you think of me

each day

word

you

love

me

- transports

o! wonder!

i will ever celebrate the glory of you

i will never lose this grateful for your heart's embrace

this ice i don for sake our journey

called to face is but the only

conscientious manner i may honor you

but is your ice to have or away

your place to warm it melt should

slightest wish be yours

go knowing i would fall to knee

in splitting wide to welcome you

if ever you might call my life to yours

now might i know shelter through the balance

of this earthly walk

as passing in creative light what time remains this

pugatory

steadied by the vision of an afterlife dream