Last words on a
forgotten portion of
this letter dedicated to you,
my love everlasting.
I don’t remind you enough
of how much you make my
vocal cords speechless and
my heart sing melodies
in dialects I do not fully understand.
Only to you I speak like so:
“Thine heart words resonate
rhapsody symphonies so bittersweet
and indescribable.
Oh, bashful female soul.
Let me preach about
Loveland, where you and I
truly belong.”
Grin and sleep
with neutral thought.
April 10, 2011
Copyright © Z.M Wise 2011
Note: First published in Harbinger Asylum, this was a poem written by Z. M. Wise who has kindly allowed me to share via my creative medium.
