Unread Lyric on a Grave #poetry #wordsmatter

Unread Lyric on a Grave

If there is a melody of all
Our lives came to
Beneath the gulls of the years

I would know if, through burning love
An echo of you remains
In the dark house abandoned
In the silent grave unvisited
In poetry books burned

I would steal a bit of love left over
From so many lives, from so many nights
Sweeter than the sun raw on my ankles

Cupping the sleepless dawn of my dreams
That we might touch each other again
With our enigmatic bruises of fate
I had long ago chosen to wait
And the seer of years passed by

And brighter than noon, I kept
Secret notes of you beneath my pillow
From a sovereign heart I know not why.