THE CALL

i hear your call,
far away,
beating this 'please!'
a rumble within,
of you and i;
a travel of time
where the pieces lay,
sobbing the ash
of a fire in hearts,
now cold and silent
in its sleep of years.

your eyes
pierce tears so deep,
a guilty pain within,
of the flung song
we both chorused warm
in trueness of throats
and one strong tongue.

your frame, feeble;
a roaring rage yet
of sweet fire in burn
at my match-stick's strike;
my black stick of delight;
a strong struck joy
erupting my name much
as sweet noise from your core
of your complete lost
within me;

how that frame
from its distance
tug a come back thrill,
kneel down a passion plea
of the fire you love,
the bond, deepest much;

how that frame
cries profusely
your soul of me.

but months as earth
has carcassed dry
our hopes, our past
as love's graveyard!

yet still, i will
immortalize deep
our relationship,
a living poetry,
a breathing memory.