Time for the echoes of old love songs.

call me,
hear in the
deep of
my soul’s earth shadows
sing to me
on the wind,
passing always
my eyes
so old
so ever alone,
i feel your lips
long lost sips
of a heart’s blood.
in a dance of song

i long...
for,

whisper to me
where,
they need never see,
i am a poet
roped to a tree.

sweet child
where are your fingers
lying deep in a woman’s
soul.
you know still the
dance
we danced
before your eyes
went lost
sold to a father’s fear

where are your dreams
but,
tears lost
in a poet’s hand.

- jude