Sever Secure
Do you hear it darling? It rustles through the eaves, Trembles the rafters and sinks down through walls, Ricochets across the floorboards, seeps into the cracks Of your bed, the duvet, the pillows, it calls.
The seat of this heart was forged in flame. It died in winter, and though spring never came The kindling sparked afresh each day in An instance to be smothered in frost all the same.
The sound is there, though you can’t hear it; You shut out cacophony to bathe in reticence As clear and captive as sky is tied By earth, its mistress, to shun the sentience.
He knocks, he echoes, he feels your heat That hides and rallies and sinks to rest. Your mind is shut, yet still he knocks against The locks. He thinks his mettle blessed.
You know his face, he knows your step. He waits for you under baited breath, If ever from your shell should slip He’ll catch your mind from feinted death.
Funny how when waiting wrought you weary And stirred your mind to search anew, Only when crossed apart the final time Did he regret the years denying you.
He’ll try to shut it out, as you shut in, But never was a hider of devotion, Recessed ardor and undefined feeling; Scrabbling for the auspice in your ocean.
Open. I promise you shall hurt no more, And I will cradle all the past you fear. Open. The sake of each our futures blessed Motions for the chances we take here.
29/03/2012