Sometimes I feel
Everything of me is
Of leaves and stone.

Waiting on the rain to fall.
Pressed for that Blackbird.
Still I rest here.

Absence  In every direction.

Lying here In the space where I am cast.
A mosaic of life everywhere except
where I lie in

Silence, a longing for When you, I
Embrace The sound of a wave lapping our
Communion and we become Human.

A spirit made for love and loving.

Indeed a Bleeding Heart dream and lullaby.
An untitled Melody that in time will Dissolve to
Insignificance.

Left cold by Those eight letters.