Reflections

I say you shall fly
and that flight would be a treat

I know you say
those wings are tender
and you're still better off asleep

Too many gunners
fancying their might
within or without
nascence is a musty delight

What you don't see
I can't get through
what you don’t say
I hear through and through

And when you don't sing
the silence kills
For if you look carefully
its your absence that stills . . .

The world is waiting
and you're
beckoning to become,
as much as you’re
harder to pursue

Casualties aplenty
The longings of the day
between all that we get
and all the weight
Or wait that pushes me to sway

There is that waiting,
that is somehow renewed
Even if your innocence
is fairly shrewd

While you bring it on
there is a life urging
to dissuade my might

Yet through the night
and even in the middle of the day
I'll keep on listening
if you promise to prolong your say

By now you must come to terms
that my poems are my prayers
that hopefully, would make you stay

They will never be complete
if you disappear or
exhibit inhibitions
as I’ve seen on your face
all day …

I would no longer know
what to say
I would know not what
is life in retreat

Some verses
though stand complete

Thy beauty and
grace can never grow replete
beyond the astonishment
that you know plagues me every day

I’ll see you up above
If time comes and you go
And I’m not ready to fly …