tenderheart

April 12, 2009

(draft)

i can hear songs that visit from clifftops
they come steeped in precarious winds,
as if their wings might fail, but the teetering,
shivering slivers of balance is who they are.

i may be solid rock, sitting and molding
when they invite themselves in. my heart
still will stir secretly, minutely racing
underneath layers of complacency and calm

i can feel tender toward these songs because
i have made pilgrimages to the cliff from whence
they leap. they defy you and i, gripping bits of
our love, leaving only echoes to resound

april 09

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