Loghyr

My silence seemed tribute enough To every hungry word you spoke

To steal turns of phrase The poet’s curse If no one notices Does that make it worse?

I found the poem Hiding where I did not look Only you weren’t There with it Not even as A single word

It's midnight in the garden And no one's learned to weep, But Eve is sitting all alone And Adam's fast asleep.

I'm dreaming of my destiny Beneath the wide and empty sea, Where there's a lock with many keys And answers without mysteries. The calm buoys so deep and slow We are drowning in things we know, Seeking light that won't cast shadows, Clinging to truths I used to know.

Laughter like raindrops upon the balcony where you pledge love with reckless eyes. All the tears in the heavens will not penetrate stone. What words can I say my voice made mute by your song I half wish men to come and dogs baying at the moon for your blood. The irony of the universe tending towards maximums that objects of unrequited love would return it and risk the scorn of friends and family. There is no man safe to love. Friar Laurence could not understand the words I tried to say left unsaid. Not dead, merely sleeping. Smile wreathed in tears I stand and stare at the dying body - what proof of there is souls more

People were crying in the streets, mom's hand closing the blinds slapping me light across the face "I told you to keep it closed," she whispered; her eyes were like mine when I saw the monster in the closet I'd never seen mom afraid before but it somehow made me strong like chocolate makes me happy. "Why is everyone sad, mommy?" "They aren't ... sad," she said and laughed, clown-like, not funny. "They're hurting themselves!" I said because I could hear the moaning and screaming and all the loud shouting. (Mom would have told us to be quiet, sternly, by now; their moms must be screaming to, or maybe not afraid) "The Lord has