Always

What is a song

without a melody?

What is life 

without knowing that 

Death, she always comes?

Always the words,

words they swallow and 

drag me 

into the floodwaters, always

Yours.

But these words, so plentiful

can't, don't warm

your spine

these nights

They don't pour your wine

or 

chase down the

memories of light in

your hair. 

Forget what's behind, 

they say we must live for 

the Aliveness of now,

of what the future carries

But I carry you with me

never good at listening,

I'll take the past as strong a gift

as the Present into

always.