A Song of Lost Love

What do I have to say to you
Will we meet?
I lie here thinking of you.
Love
Is upon you.
Reminding you of spring flowers,
It tastes like rare herbs.
Instinctively we feel that something is askew
Heavily it pushes our minds
Against a smooth purple sky.

All is dark and surrounded in missing knowledge—
Only a honey-thick blob
Drips from leaf to leaf
to sooth our knees.
Spoiling the colours
Of the whole world.
I am alone.
The weight of love
Has been holding me up
Till my head
Knocks against the sky.
See me!
I am dripping with nectar—
Little chickadees carry my honey
On their black wings.
See, at last
My arms and my hands
Are lying idle.
How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now?

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About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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One Response to A Song of Lost Love

  1. amabear says:

    “I am alone.
    The weight of love
    Has been holding me up
    Till my head
    Knocks against the sky.” – genius the real kind

    Liked by 1 person

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