His absence begs me to go
His disinterest tells me so
His eyes I long to know
Feels like I already though
His existence set me aglow
His silence so loud I woke
His sorrow so heavy he broke
His darkness so thick I choke
Our souls twisted together like oak
I am doing my best to climb up
His words like incantations evoke
For who these pages I devote
Into these rhymes which are wrote
My love for him is the most

© Delia Ross. 2019

4 thoughts on “Oak

    1. I actually do want to write some chords for it on my guitar – a bad habit – mixing from poem to song – but I allow myself ultimate freedom when writing. David Gilmour says he can write a guitar solo with his tongue, I’m not that good. LOL

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