Save me
Yes !Save me
from this silence's
incessant lament

Today...
I Leave her to
trace her own path
along meandering streams
that defy logic


I hand her a  pebble or two
to hurl on stagnant ponds
that reek with
rage un-screamed...un-heard

and when she's done...maybe...
I would hug her to my *****

And together we'd write a
nocturne or two


on soft Westward wind..