The mouth is the small compass of the soul,
Without dials, true north, or magnetic force,
The ungaugeable instrument of the voice,
In directionless modulations of undertow,
To circumnavigate under cartographer’s pole
Stars guide our wayfinding-heirlooms of words.

I've travelled,
Unravelled,
I've healed,
Been revealed,
Ive waited,
Breath bated,
But you?,


I've cried,
Been denied,
I've sobbed,
And been robbed,
I've been clean,
Been obscene,
But you?,

You have tamed me,
Never maimed me,
You have loved me,
Soared above me,
Freed my sorrow,
Cupids arrow,
Yes, you,

(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com  17/01/2020