She asked me to write her a poem,
this is what I wrote…
She dreams of winter winds
that blow her breath and smiles
She likes the simple things
like walks, talks and style
and when she asks me for my time
I know she’s only teasing
she knows that without her love
I could not go on singing
For this reason then,
she told me to sing a song
and this is what I sang…
My voice is not the song of kings
nor any angel will heed my cry
But of all the sweetest things I bring
the sound of silence I will try
Not to strangle the loudest tear
or hang a hope of sky
As long as my love she loves me
before the day my love does die
She told me then to tell a tale
one that will never end…
Allow me to turn you into a book
I’ll breathe your story into the breeze
turn the pages of your eyes
and whisper waves among the seas
Let them leave your soil of sorrow
Let them fill your dug up hole
find some shade within the shadow
where branches green within your soul
She stares weakly at the rest of me,
and asks, “Are there no other words
you keep?”
I look into her dying eyes
words take her final breath
My love lies down to sleep