After the Song, Before the Silence

A poem for those who ponder the complexities of others.

Love had left her, left to suffer
Breathing between the waves
Eager eyes pierce me searching
My mind racing, hopelessly translating

She looks away speaking of things sublime
Sunset sweeping the sky our hearts ignore time
Windswept words fly through her hair
As she ponders her simple song

Sweetening my soul with her smile
Making her pain known, my heart on trial
Her lips let loose sweet sadness
Reminiscing her delight

Her words leave impression, sores of oppression
My compassion swollen ever present saturation
A hurt so sore, a heart so hungry
For something sweet, something real

Her hiding on display, her heart receding
Wondering why so timid, her eyes revealing
I know her desire, she sees my joy
Could it be something soothing?