Soul search

You came back to me

"No I didn't"

You did

"Did not"

We continue on, I see vexation
lift, wings beneath your steady
arms, which always encompass
All.

All hurt, all Love, All Soul.

I wonder if you have even unlocked
the meanings of which you know, what
it means to be married, wed, to the eternal
Cold.

I have seen you warm, or the wet and dreary days
You have seen me weep, in all the subtle ways
Bride - groom, the equation makes sense to even
You, but you know it cannot be the same - when
impart our beings change - constantly.

Form and matter coincide to change what is still
Change - less we strike the mark from our books
a name which we are called from time immeorial
which we two have stole - from the Lord it was took

Alas, perhaps it was given - Promthesis reply - Vulture
In the kidney - a liver to the crowd for lies - the old
typewriter I pound out hash remarks - to quelch what
will be known in end - truth be true false be heard bland
You know the answer within.

Christopher Baird 2012 ©