poem 7272

poem 7272


to Ethan whose eyes have spoken so much

my heart seeks to understand.

i’ve never been to your soul
whose windows are frigid when they look
winter wind freezes them and
i melt, draining the clues down
leaving nothing, but shadows of grey.

i’ve never been to your thoughts
whose doors are red when they speak
words fumble and mumble and
i blur, draining the clues down
leaving nothing, but shadows of grey.

i’ve never been to your heart
whose streams are sound when they flow
tears well up and go
i wane, draining the clues down
leaving nothing, but shadows of grey.

i’ve never been to any of these
the solitude that your eyes speak of
the depth that your thoughts gauge
and the solace that your heart grants.

my heart seeks to understand.