Tuesday, December 3, 2024

Her song is spring to me 2015

  

I first heard her sing in early spring

 before the first buds appeared

 as if her song helped relieve

the deep chill I felt in my heart

Hope like a hapless hobo

leaping from train to train

with no real destination

until I saw her eyes

deep dark filled with

 the echo of the song she Sang

like pools of water into which I sand

 and never came up from

her voice The voice Odysseus heard

forced himself to cling to

the mast of the ship

 to keep from slipping down

 down into the abyss

men like he and me

can't resist her song

still recalling spring

her eyes still drown me

and I can no longer

 catch My breath


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