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.