Dec 2019
At first light
it comes unbidden
Mourning--
clenching deep
enough to sound your soul
Stone on string
sent to tell the depth of drowning--
in the tears
without a cry
weary beyond the sigh
No act of will
This weight--
gives no resistance
to the gravity of ocean's metal-gray
They seep along a sloping cheek
in silence
“Only lovers ever go this deep
It's strange,” they say
it comes unbidden
Mourning--
clenching deep
enough to sound your soul
Stone on string
sent to tell the depth of drowning--
in the tears
without a cry
weary beyond the sigh
No act of will
This weight--
gives no resistance
to the gravity of ocean's metal-gray
They seep along a sloping cheek
in silence
“Only lovers ever go this deep
It's strange,” they say
Though not written about you, it speaks to what I am familiar. Fits today well. I know we are not in the same place right now.
