Like birds of a feather,
Two voices together
In harmony, rhythm and time;
A synchronised dance,
Transcending description, sublime.
Then like summer it’s gone,
A migration of one,
I keep singing for two but alone;
The melody breaking,
A dark undertaking,
The final beat one constant tone.
But sing on I do,
My voice pure and true,
‘Til our harmonies echo again;
Rejoining you’re glorious,
I’m counting my heartbeats ’til then.
I am a fish
An uneaten dish
You lured in but chose to let go;
Angling for sport
Unwelcome in port
Your appetite hopeless to know.
the day i saw you sitting there
so nonchalantly, free of care,
it crossed my heart that you might be
my one and only, meant for me
you saw me too and wondered why
i had just then begun to cry,
so you approached and wiped away
the tears that did my love betray
then when my face was dry once more
you gently stroked me with your paw,
you placed yourself upon my lap,
curled up and took another nap
I am a boat
A murder she wrote
That’s cast off but never departs;
That constant refrain
Withstanding the dark of your arts.
Once in jest
I made a joke-
By Jove it was my best;
When I woke
From fevered rest
My love-capped heart was broke.
I am a sword
A chalked up blackboard
Of pointedness, minor in scale;
On your words beached
My life essence leeched
A lunatic class I can’t fail.
I am a shore
A minstrel on tour
With waves clashing over my head;
Demanding and green
This wickedness sharing your bed.
I am a buoy
A ductile alloy
Of levity, playful and light;
Now set afloat
Upon every note
You whisper in my ear each night.