while we talk about giving
and being
you’ve forgotten
how to receive the abundance
with grace;
somewhere between
your leaving and now,
a thousand silent footsteps
in waiting
have gathered into
one long dark night
to carry the empty space
of your embrace
into the distant shores
of a deserted dream
where the wails
of a lone bird
whose wings have been clipped
can still be heard
among the reeds of love
my mind is peaceful
my nerves relaxed, yet
let me cry
and spread the black ink
as i write
on these white sheets-
for cupped in unrhyming words
my heart still bleeds
and the glow of my lamp
has replaced
the daylight and my smile;
let not these verses alone
fill the diary of my life
let there be a few blank pages
for the memory of you
to visit and dance
among the reams of love
rings in my pond 