To Your Glow
I crank this
Rugged old machine
Churning a voice
Tying a story
And so afar
From you seeing
A mount and a valley
From where I let you go
Or was it
The other way around
Been so long
Memory shies away
Like a stranger
And I don't remember
Pages of poem and prose
Of the days long gone
I fill them still
My ink's dried up
And this machine's old
The words seem
jarring and cold
Like a winter night
A morning after
And I wonder
What I'm mourning after
Feel the touch of dew
On this face
Perhaps something else
And I wake up
And there in the distant hill
I see you still
Glowing in the ray
Of the Sun that day
Now I stare
At an empty desk
The window beside
Breaking the empty night
All around me
These dark hues of blue
And all around my mind
The faces of you
I struggle with words
The arms tired
The valley deep
And the hill so steep
I can't reach you so far
My shout so feeble
It dies
In the first gust of wind
And it breaks its promise
To let you know
I am right below
Arms stretched still
Looking up this hill
To your glow
