Down to the Bone Fall 2008

Down to the Bone

Down to the bone
bereft and alone
no stone left unturned
my heart singed and burned
still beats out its optimism
as eyes look with pessimism
about the possibilities
left for love.

How many times have I given up
on looking for love, still wishing
it would interrupt
the rhythm of my days, insisting
on itself – after all, no one would
look away from love
but one too many broken hearts
can turn a heart to stone or wood.

Stone endures and wood will burn
still something there that’s solid and warm
after all, still more to learn
some part of me longs to go arm in arm
down streets and through time
not that I can’t go it alone
but it’s a crime to miss out on the sublime
harmonics and timbre of love’s tone.

Down to the bone
bereft and alone
no stone left unturned
my heart singed and burned
still beats out its optimism
as eyes look with pessimism
about the possibilities left for love.