Your Form,First Your Form

YOUR FORM, FIRST YOUR FORM. I sought to write, of thoughts ubiquitous in the mind, so with forlorn eyes I peered into myself, sought the flame that once warmed my heart, the last bastion when in grey shades I oft found myself. Ooh you elude me, lifeless you render me, a still statute you cast me, the flame in me quenched , bubbling mirth buried, laughter stilled. But like a groping in the eerie night I recall you a beloved wife not a mistress, a brother not a colleague, a bubbling warmth not an apparition. The teary nights when with sobs I punctuated, And the gaily afternoons when with warmth I rhymed Like pearly waves upon the shore, they flood back, like a horn call for grazing cattle in the setting sun, they call back. Like a beloved mother’s cooking they beckon me from afar, From the dregs of a life long abandoned to the draining of time, From the corpse of a life washed ashore nibbled to the steely bone. Those voices etched in time now call me back, To a lover’s embrace long forgot , to a whiff of air, a tasting of the morning dew, a warm blushing of the skin . Aaah I can now make you out , in the mists afar. Your form. First your form.