Wednesday, April 29, 2009

The Cry

You need not be adorned in the beauty of this world.

I require no locks of gold nor a slender silhoutette 

I ask not that you lie with me satisfying merely lust

Or walk with me as you would have any man before

Rather, I beg that you come bearing that melody

The elusive harmony that, out of the rest in all the world, exists to fulfill my own meager tune

Through note and chord, song and hum, wind yourself around my heartstrings

Step into my ever longing ear, imprinting my limbic with your memory

Begging, love, I ask you to travel with haste

For what is one soul to do when it longs to compose the melody of love

To flesh out the measures and feel the dynamics therein

Take your steps, love, be they half or whole, toward me

Find me as I try, as always, to pour myself out in waves 

And just as the tide rolls in, you too shall follow the waves to their source

Find me

And there we will sing