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Are You Missing Me
Are you missing me,
The day slogs against my chest
when you are not here,
My heart
clamors against the bars of its cage
Wailing at night to be set free
Across the lands where you wait
Yet, I must tell him:
Quiet, have you no shame?
You have not done your time,
You cannot be let off so easily
This occasion
You must wait. As the flower
Waits for Spring, as the tree
Grows patiently, over years
You must wait and endure
The ache, the thirst
For her embrace
It will make it all the more
Nectarous
In that hour
I say to him:
Take heed from the mind,
He walks with caution
And speaks with reason
You can learn well from him;
He is not wished away on a feeling
Or caught up in the rapture of her eyes
As you, O’ frail heart—
Who swiftly loves and loves
Like the wind pushing
through the drapes
Of a willow tree:
Stirring a much ado, but soon gone
Elsewhere
But I understand you O’ heart
More than anything else—
Even with all the rationale of the mind,
I cannot hear it:
You are locked up in there
Because you must be,
Because time is a factor
And space a limitation
And you do not have wings O’ heart;
For if you did, I would have opened your cage
Long ago and let you fly—
I would let you soar
Over forests and rivers
And mountains
And cities
And people
To arrive, and flutter at her window
Ready, to be received within her arms.
