I may return.

So, I beg thee more patience that I rest
that each part of me find solace to remain
I would ask of you to join, but I need suffer
my hand in resolute form. This day is whispers
by open shades and a strong wind of empty voice
from the east, warming empty places I have
forgotten too long, so please, let me rest
alone on this seat sewn of thatched leaves
and woven dreams in the corner of my silent room.

Tomorrow we can dance and sing unhindered by
my need to suffer. I am weak from trails leading
north and stairs leading past the bottom, running
sideways through walls of silent contemplation.

Let me watch in silence the birds at the feet
of old men feeding their sorrow waiting, just
waiting for time to tell and church bells to chime
their coming. They still believe a summer's shade
and love awaits, o to be so bold in need and
hope!. My taste is numbed by the bitter sweet air of
regret and malnourished thought. I must contemplate
the rain curled by this window, I must let my fingers
trace wet lines upon the glass. I will find myself there,
tomorrow we can dance, tomorrow we can sing.

If perhaps, I asked for you to join me here, would you
sit with me tho I am withdrawn and closed?, could my eyes
fall and no longer hide my inner mask?. Would you ask me
my heart's disposition?, alas, there are no answers now,
I am lost in the patter of tiny drops against the windowpane,
and I fear I will be here for hours more, till it is too black
to see and tears have run their course across the gray
field of all things I have ever loved. Rest your cheek against
the cold parts, that I have left exposed and raw, for you.
Tonight I will wither and die, to see the sky believe again
Tomorrow, we may dance, and we may sing, down main street
hand in hand like childhood lovers, but now, I need to rest,
I need to suffer, and close the doors around me. I need
once more to fade as drift with hope.

Tomorrow we can dance..
Tomorrow we can sing..



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