"Hold you birds your silver throats, His golden voice I'm seeking"

See,
your voice
your smooth rasping voice
lulls me to sleep

Oh,
    to fall asleep
        in the cozy little caves
        in the valleys
        in the landscape
        of your voice

    to cover the glass, of my
        darkened
        distressed
        debilitated
        eyes
        with the drapes of your voice

    to cover the skin, of my
        caving
        crying
        chilling
        body
        with the quilt of your voice

Her love
    grabs me by the reins.
    grasps my heart
       clutching. and letting go.
       clasping. and letting go.
          pumping life.
          teaching me to breathe.

Her name
    music. lofi. song.
    pouring rain. cracking fire.
    hands. holding hands.
    warmth.

Her
    more than
    fibers. sinews.
    skin. flesh.
    bone.

Her
    elegance. freedom. and
    everything I know.

Her
    everything I know

There was a time,
I thought that there was more music in the high-pitched giggle of your laugh,
than the chanting of chanticleer at dawn.

I thought,
While stargazing at your honey eyes,
that they had more color,
than the sun's splash of gold in a summer morn

Your head on my shoulder, lips zipped in sleep drawing in your dimples,
I thought,
I was more peaceful than I would have been,
lying in the fold of nature staring through the green web of leaves and branches, into the bluest of bluest skies

I fancied,
that kissing you under the sun's pale imposter,
would set my heart on a gracious ballet,
than serenading myself in a cold bath

I was convinced,
that your love made me more drunk,
than I would ever have been,
on life

But now,
now,
I know better