How can I not hear you, how can I         not  

                                                                        HEAR 

when every molecule of my being         seen and unseen  

aligns to you? 

All the filaments of my soul, 

all the particles of my bone, 

all the partitions of my heart,  

and all the meanderings of my mind,  all my

impassioned, whispered, wandering imaginings, feverish hopes and faith, 

love. Love?         Love! 

.

Oh, my love, my sweet, sweet  L o v e         I         am magnetised, 

every capillary ruled and underlined by compassed truth.  

I am shattered to splintery shreds and all         

ache, all         heave         north-west,  

every instinct frays and fights and  

                                                        refuses 

utterly, utterly rejects  

                                        all else 

                                        but you.  

Were I blind, I would still see  

holily enhaloed

etched in agitated light, the path,  the Path,  

the P A T H ................................. 

..............the road,  

                        the channel,  

                                                the passage,  

                the tunnel,  

                                        the bridge, 

the W a y  

        that leads         

        ever

to you. 

. 

I am storm-blown 

doomed to break up on shore         yet though 

whelming whorls and surging vortices scheme to engulf me,         

threaten with wrecked-rackage,         still, 

I am help-hope-lessly haunted,        

I persist, I persist,         I insist

knowing that rocks razor sea floor, 

knowing that corals crave inquisition, 

knowing that sharks anticipate flesh,

their meshed teeth gnashing the bloodiest

of glees, yet 

        I still choose to flee 

knowing that harbour resides where you lay, 

knowing your arms would dissolve the past, the ugliness

that hangs like the albatross 

about my neck, strangling me, 

you would lift the curse, cut stinking carcass  

                free  

and I could live at last with the stench of Death         removed  

                                                                                                        from me. 

.

I hear whale song, my love,

that saddest and loveliest of leviathan lore, 

they implore - steady.    Steady.       S T E A D Y,    

Have we... not

have we not resisted?   Persecuted and purged, yet   we continue.  

Continue

you         must too. 

.

I stretch up to the bruised moon 

someone has blacked her face,

pressed two thumbs into each unhappy eye. 

Is there pity  

in her pockmarked look?       Oh, I have maligned you,

yet, forgive me,

grant me strength, 

the strength of inconstant consistency for  

I am bound by Lilliputian ties so trifling that were they few,

I would laugh 

and sunder their gossamer, haphazardly

but I am wrapped in spidery silk, so smothering,

that I have long ago,

lost consciousness.  

.

My throat is husky,         my thoughts shiver,         despair wavers my sight, 

        you are my mate,  

        my complement, 

        my completion, 

and oh,                 the pain         of that realisation, 

and oh,                 the agony         of separation, 

and oh,                 the cruelty         that says it         must be borne.

.

                                                                                                               The stars are shining

.

                                                                                                                but I see nothing.