Songs added to a reservoir,
falling on shore like waves.
As if my ears had filled up
and wanted to be opened.
So hungry for sound.
How often have I told
my heart this,
stop mooning over the past.
Rereading letters,
where you jumped into victory
off a cape,
and forgot the crimes committed
in your lust for life.
The glory and rubbish
of things sacred.
All of it taking away
a piece of rainbow,
a note that flew to infinity.
Love that crushed into wine
and filled me with sun.
I want to return to a station
that I left.
Hear soft things
that faded unknowing
into nothing.
Feel ache in my fingers
touching someone.
Find paper
where nothing has been said
and put down a poem.
Day to day,
to hear a train return
that left me behind,
and keep time
to melodies
life plays in my ears.