I watched as ink thrashed
beneath paper eyes,
raged like rapids ripping
'midst her reservoirs release,

Fathomless yearning
frothed
between echoless lines
in forgotten vignettes
where metaphors waltz wounds
across eternity.

My frayed strings
moan forlorn notes
between morbid chasms,
as lackluster lips limp
over rusted words,
eloquent verses etched
beneath lonely quests,
devoid spoken warmth.

As my trembling voice
meets her muted words,
subconscious prays within,
asking silence
if poetry can come to life.....

                                And love again......