The Silent Passenger

Dear Silent Passenger

trapped in my heart:

I didn’t know where to finish,

Now I don’t know where to start.

I mean no harm

with these words core bound,

But I hear you lurking

in my heart; unfound.

With scarlet strength

and fervour lucked,

I beg you:

By Amour’s hand, be plucked.

For composed you sit

with an adamant smile.

Lodged like a thorn;

The devil’s course? A severed mile.

Now the strain of mirth mingling

in your lines, not abrupt,

leaves the rain harsh, not tingling

with our loss;

it must be stopped.

Be rid, pounding heart,

Long enough your purse clutched

my breath: tale unspoken,

my hope: left untouched.

Like ashen fruit decaying;

Mould and flies, take your turn.

I am done with the silence,

Heart imploded: a lesson to learn.

Throw back your storm-grey hair

and gaze to the time-lost sky.

I have sung the last love words

of our turquoise lullaby.

The fierce skies have gathered.

Their stare brought me to my knees.

Now I reach for ochre caring;

For he’s there, I know it:

Please

refrain from contemplation

and come back from our start.

Please leave me, silent passenger;

become a sealed memory in my heart.

28. August 2010