Sounds

Infer a wasted respite for all my doubtful times inducted in me for all that you and I might chime So soft a sound enshrined to all but sight and willing ground indelible, enthralled for seams in time were found A sound so damned that each of us rebound from me to to you, and back denied... trounced by simple crowds And stoic moves from you to me defied as creeping sparks remind me you were mine For days and weeks and dreamless peaks that slow to weaker sounds and wins between To stay this way required deeper means that strike and weep and ever leave you still And seek a will to drive your even keel and slow you down to depths this sound can kill Instruct your pride to see a thrill in me so wound and drowned by all these feeble sounds