__________by Zahara
A poet at a loss for words
can only carry a burdened heart.
Beneath this shell
of painted happiness
you sit within my soul
and that which brings me joy
scatters
opens
gates
flowing waters
torrents raging
no quelling of the raging fires of my love
no distance in the steps I take
no loss in the words we share
I love you still
you have given me my voice.
