My heart trips
from note to note
as I follow
where you lead
floodgates open
washed away
yet given all I need
No fear, buoyed up
held in light and joy
one breath begets another
feel the cadence, tripping heart
as older fears
and darker dreams
like stitches, torn apart
My muse, you bear a siren’s voice
that pulls me to the rocks
yet leads to shallows
gentle springs
from cruel and mocking seas
sounding in shadows, lead me on
to sweet and healing things
Lure me now away from grief
into scented lotus dreams
your lullaby the drug
that makes heart slow
in safe and shadowed reeds
never to wake til siren song
bids my spirit go.

~~~

© W.R.R. 4/28/2011
For Adam Lambert, “Aftermath”