Eventually ...
You drink coffee for what it means
For how you see yourself when you drink
And to think
... Eventually

Words carry me and coerce me
Drive me further away and on
They ever emplore me
Never employ me
Help to diversify me
And occasionally to yawn
Not just the at but with the person
I am impersonating myself
A staggering man
A sentenceless soul
A distant floodlight casting clouds
No word were ever a cry for help

Fields ache to be remembered
Just as moons howl and kernels crack
And waters bubble into rivers

Wide the view of the passing deer
Of the night so strong
That cold thoughts can endure forever

Speak me a sound
  Not so that I can hear
  Or so that you can seem
  To be more interested in me
But speak to my heart
  And appeal to my mind
  And ask questions of my eyes
So that maybe we both could believe
That one day neither of us could be alone

The sky doesn't ache for rain
So much
As the earth
(In all of its cold rotational truth)
Aches for the distant sunlight burn