i need a song
blank page in hand but nothing to write
i should be screaming curses – but that wouldnt be right
my mind a sheaf of odyssey
i need an ode you see
but the drawers of my mind are like a chest of dust
rattling forlorn in wild august gust
i need a savory song
to express since youve been gone long
the pages of my heart turn with the weighty sweetness – you
that glue the first and the last pages together
like raspberry syrup – keeping memories of you
wild iris – that belong in our half-finished hereafter
within these pampered pages – thick and fast
as the loving memories of you that last.
i found you – a sweet song.