Rust upon the heart
Keeps me from saying what I feel

Love is an instrument of sweet destruction
And those destroyed who find themselves
Still caring learn to do so
When no one else is looking

I cannot sway to your music
If I do not hear your violins;
I cannot speak my heart if
The canyon offers up no echoes
That do not sound like its drum

There was a time I would have danced
When you raised me from the chair;
There was a time I would have held
You and never wondered where your
Arms had been before.

I may still yearn for you in small
Unspoken ways, but those are flaws in
The diamond invisible to other eyes

You may know how I feel
And I hope you do. But the words
Cannot form themselves so easily
And if to the world I seem a sphinx
Well, to that, I would note
The sphinx, outside of a little weathering,
Still endures.

10/20/2010

Posted on 10/20/2010
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