Closure

If she were here to turn my dark sky
into sparkling dust
oh how she could inspire me with the fire
in her eyes
blinding me from the darkness once more
blinding me with the light of her loving,
inundate soul
I would accept her volitionally
as a pond accepts a light summer rain
a still suface set into perpetual motion
and silence is no longer golden
when your voice is all I hear
I understood the words of romanticism
yet I do not comprehend the language of love
it may as well roll off the tongues
of wonderful singing birds
or may the powers that be translate it
then send it to me with the wind
and blow me down once more