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Your Words Have Crawled Slowly Into My Thought

Your words have crawled slowly into my thought
And I will listen to what they say
Because the silence of the wind is heavy,
And I cannot bear the weight.

I have often asked myself, why
I complicate simple things so—
And why there are joys when consumed
By an obese grief. But I do not wish to sing the
Old melodrama; I do not have a voice.
I would much rather sit beside you
Watching the flowing river before us,
Listening to the current
Dividing,
And translate what it tries to say.

I know there are worse sorrows miles away
But what matters most to me
Is thawing the frozen stillness between us.

You are the words that inhabits my thought
And I will listen to what you say.
Because the silence of the wind is heavy,
And I cannot bear to wait.


I do not want to be the mistake—
The fading cloud with concrete drops of rain...
Or the wrecked statue with the sad crumpled face.

I’d rather be the light that scratches
Your window curtains
In the early knocks of day.
Or the shy smile between conversations
When there is nothing left to say.


I am very sorry.
I do not wish to lose you as a friend; to lose everything.
I do not wish to sleep poorly and speak to the walls every evening.

Copyright © Spade Sincuna | Year Posted 2011



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The Dreaming Tree

It is not the pale moon that brought you here
nor the longing for a sober night. There is
a sliding melody between your footsteps,
and your lips whisper a song
full of vowels to the wind.

I can read the sorrow in your eyes, better
than the scintillating symmetry of the stars. And
if you could feel the pulse of my quivering roots
underneath the weary soles of your feet, you may know

how to use my branches for lumber
during those nights when you need warmth.
Use my leaves as shelter, when the falling snow seeks
to numb your skin. When you are angry,
you are free to peel off parts of me. And carve out
little bits of your secret thoughts on my bark
when you are lonely.

All I want, is to be
the shade that protects you
from the scorching eyes
of the world.

Copyright © Spade Sincuna | Year Posted 2011


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