Quiet as the night

A majestic bird in flight

I see you soar away

But there's a season to go

And a season to come back

To stay

For there are scores to settle

And debts to pay....

Can you take back all the moments

On which we wrote our names

All the sighs and treasured whispers

That ignited those ice blue flames

Each dawn that mingled with dusk

In exuberant insanity

Every dream that traversed time

To merge in eternity

Can you split up all those gasping breaths

That blended on stormy seas

Can you extract your enticing rhythms

From our shared symphonies?

But I doubt you can...

There's no place far enough

On this earth and beyond

Where you can escape, to restrain

Your rebel soul and its song

From suffusing my fantasy

From colouring my skies

From dancing behind

My sleep darkened eyes

From singing me rhymes

From scenting my breeze

From colliding with dreams

Permeating my weaves.

So I linger on

Within the unseen crease

Expectantly

Inking our transient poetries...

© Manic Sylph 2016