Phoesune

I spoke with all the wondrous syllables I could muster
About small and significant things alike
I twisted phrases like twine
Spilt the world to show the gentle rumbling inside
Shared the eyes of my soul
Peering through the windows of our realities
Till I exhausted every metaphor
For every symbol I could find
I danced around the thought I held inside
Knowing that I should never
Should never, not ever
Share the thoughts that look at you

I have a universe of dreams held hostage
To the respect of our friendship
I would that I could share these eyes
As they look at you, not just the skies
To express to you the feelings
And the long internal acclamations
That flutter through the caverns of my bowels
Like waterfowls fleeing wolfen howls
But you cannot hear these words
Lest you also fall prey to their tyranny
And having grown beyond me
Take their refuge within you.