Reflection

Speak to me in deepest true

Gather me up like a silk napkin and blot me across

Tendered words dripped from lips purging

Let me absorb all you wish to say

Wrapped attention to your meaning

Of worried doubts; jagged edged world dividing

Soaking you of strength and reasoned mind

Still the music you feign to sing

Strums beneath the soul

The harp plucking to be heard.

I'll hear you

And wrap winged thoughts as gauzed bandage

Rock you in all pleasures your depth can hold

Care not your wilted garden

Thorned bush or jilted path

Let me take up your brightness in a porcelain cup

And sip from it until you're mirrored in my eyes

(c) carol voccia 2006