Adain, Remain

Who can say?
Who knows?
Only sunlight at midnight,
Moonlight at dawn.
A terrible parable.
The rhyme is there.
Reason is not.

Barefoot in the snow,
Melted wintertime between her toes.
A pounding sorrow
A wallowing ache.
She was one of two,
And now she is one.

Adain, remain.
The road to your heart shall
Be uncovered soon.

Whispering leaves and
Branches meant for two.
Verses and verses
Words and words and words

Scratched at midnight
When
She would rather be out there,
Living
Leaving the throb of pent-up words,
Words,
In her head.

Much, much too much
To be dreaming of balmy breezes
And the call of the farrow-bird,
Adain!
With winter’s clutch tightening.
Not much time, she knows,
‘Til the last of the winter snows.

But to lose herself in words,
Aie! Too much to contain,
She shall burst with inkept song.
Finally, finally,
Adain shall fill the world.