His Song

Arms swing emotions
of cheeks that breeze
the wind
Visioning trees
of leaves
blurring green
and stinging red
the color dry
With eyes too short
of breath
for death
I slide...
slipping
skipping rocks
Half-stepping the edge
of a beginning
to the end
Waves crash the lobes
Echoing a rhythm
of drums
throbbing the beat
of silence





I hear His song...
"It don't matter to me
you see
'cause I got everything
I need
To be with you
Each and everyday
In all those special ways
You remind me of
My love above"

Looking to the skies
with scolding eyes
I slump
throat lumped
shoulders humped
and knees sunk
Buried in my heart
with a death
not known
Lifting me
to my own

His breeze
dries my tears
as cheeks
touch my ears
Echoing once more
His song
"It don't matter to me
you see...