You'll Be There

There is no remedy for love but to love more. - Thoreau

.

heart empty

soul cavernous

psalms longing on singular lips

separation digs a trench and tears fill its ditch

pining for you

where went summer

where went its bold drummer

when will heart strings once again be tethered

life bound and leathered

when will it vibrate and sing as before

spirits soar

give me death

or give me more 

marching silently through a lonely night's battle

true love never fails

its music both dances and wails

assuredly

inevitably

as a ship on its rightful course sails

cymbals crash

teeth gnash

monsters mash

separation turns to ash

cars with a wheel that no longer spins crash

angels never stop singing

never stop bringing

what is ordained is certain and assured

heaven's stage can be anywhere

it always cares

electricity itself can sing

a heart's bell can once again ring

if you let the right one in

worn inwardly on a lover's lapel like a stick pin

slung way down low

letting go of what i think

strumming steadfast what i know

my guitar may be air

but i always carry it with me, knowing one day

you'll be there

Author's Note

“Why should I feel lonely? is not our planet in the Milky Way?” - Thoreau