ANSHAM FOR ME

 

THE SOUND OF YOUR DESIRE TO LEAVE

I don’t hear the wind chimes

Anymore…

The wind chimes that used to be hanging from a tree.

The same tree that whispered love

When its leaves rustled in the breeze.

I don’t hear the sound of the children

Creating games in the playground

The same children destined to be artists of the world.

I can’t hear the creek

Anymore…

The creek where the clear vibrant water chuckled over the rocks.

I don’t hear the chirping birds

The sound of waves

Or sweet madrigals.

I don’t hear the Song of Songs

where Solomon glorified the love and desire for his beloved.

. . .

The colors have faded

The sky has lost its blue

Only the howling gale persists

And the ominous sound of your absent soul.