listen in the dark

listen in the dark

the sounds of the day
have gone astray
but the noise still resides

you can hear the days voices

the sound of trees
crackling in the cold
the wind playing
whistling in its space

stand in the dark and

let the smells of the day
the melting of snow on grass
and your wet flannel shirt

your eyes needn’t be closed

you can see the gray of sky
tiny green of thriving buds
on trees and the crimson russet
leaves fallen piercing through
the white of snow on the ground

in the dark I can hear her heart

beat to the rhythm when she
stands beside me closely, feel her
femininity, smell her freshly washed hair
and if i’m lucky, i can see the
flickering of stars not by peering upward
but into the reflection of her eyes

if you listen in the dark

you can re-live the day

our love is not fleeting

blinked and all had changed

fleeting, the places and faces

being inattentive to them

eroding their presence

 

this is just life

the changing of summer to fall

winter to spring

the wanton swirling of wind

day and the night

the beating of the heart
 

but my love wanes not

it’s tethered to your touch
it hearkens for your smile
wishes for your kiss
it hopes that you will sit
by my side until the two
of us make way to depart