Muscle Poems

The truth he sings

And then humbly dips away

Then there the

Razing humility

Of his voice.

he can reach

He can handle the cacophony

Bringing harmony where it aches

The tones by which

He has no choice but

To sing,

The Yearning in his face

At his own suffering,

Heartache and holiness

Stirring his quivering chin

An angel’s authority

Song bird

Light and dense

Like a romance in spring.

My heart is Far off in the heavens

before it is tethered

By the voice that in my heart

Still stings

Song bird

Find your match

It’s not you pretending

Love will cost nothing,

Suffering is defending

Then the tones of ache, where do they go?

Love may come one day

And you will know.

By the tone.