Please dear heart, do not starve
for there the clouds do part;
I see the rays of our Sun’s love
warming my poet’s heart.
I feel the rain of spring renewed
after the bite of winter’s longest day
and in its warmth I find your smile
from these words; I draw my pay.
I am the sheep that you must tend
as I will give you my wool,
but as all sheep will wander lost,
so too will I feel the lost fool
to dance alone on these days of peace;
mournful of my lonely plight,
forgetting that the truest love
is so often hidden out of sight
where two lovers’ distance
can be felt in the ache from my chest.
It’s then that my heart beats wildly against my ribs
to get to my lover’s breast
in response to:
perhaps you are right to think
you should not have allowed me that window
into your soul-
why should it burn bright always
just to sooth my troubled mind?
i know i only see my reflection
on the surface
because the dark depths hold secrets
you cannot keep
but that thought
doesn’t keep my heart
from starving
on your cloudy days