The Parting Of The Sorrows

On this day, just a day,
just like any other day,
your silence deafens me
like the waves of sorrow
that crash upon the shore
of my soul

cascading, ebbing, flowing
from my heart to yours against
the backdrop of the azure sky
and the teardrops of the lemon gold sun

where I place my fingers lightly
to my lips to blow a whisper
across the distance where the horizon
meets the imagination

before I pick up a shell that once
against my ear will echo with the ocean
the sweet sound of your name
in a song so now deep buried within me

that the parting of the sorrows
merely becomes a day, just a day,
just like any other day,
far-distanced from the limits
this form places on my desire

to lift you to the elation

that only you could ever

offer to this fine abandoned moment…