Ten weeks, Your heart was beating, The rhythm a gift He did bestow,
Now a shadow, the whisper fleeting,
The song unsung I can never know.

Your laughter, your tears, The opus composed but never played, Though they live in me- a fragile crescendo, Your echoes, your touch -I can never know.

Ten years, The stars still shine, eternal, cold, Time, the eternal river never ceasing flow,
Memories, your ghost elusive, untold, Of life I can never know.

Each night I wander this garden in dream, I still feel your heart beating, Fixture of my love that I must forgo, Do you feel mine? I can never know.

Where are you going?
I can feel the ground quake
Like the rumble of three thousand water buffalo—
This flat pedal form affecting your gait.
But do not fret, dear patient,
Perhaps much to her dismay,
Fresh from overnight call,
Dr. Sam is on service today.
Director duties, four ORs, thirty clinic patients,
Attempting to improve patient care.
Like the tree in the forest,
Falling on ears that have long been deaf,
Despite her operations manager… thanks, Jeff.
In every step, those calcaneal aches,
The weight of the world, as she gently remakes From the pitcher of her existence,
She pours every drop of her soul,
Her ferocity, ambition, knowledge, and love,
Flowing into every bowl.
I admire you,
I hope you like this poem, it took me a little while to mull.

I see you Do you believe you can conceal yourself under the fabric of that smile, Woven with laughter, This shroud of jest?

You can’t hide from me Your heart shines brightly illuminating the dark corners of my soul Oh my dear beacon, I see you

You may have others fooled Eyes closed, Senses stunted, Living in blissful ignorance

But I am no fool My fingers caress your scars Questioning your wounds You anxiously retreat into the tall grass My lips longing for yours whisper You can’t hide from me I see you