Shreds: “Wings”

It rains upon the sun as we’re together
And words do glide upon my naught
‘Fore I see thy laughter tether
Even my stronghold, in hope, distraught.

‘Tis perhaps in making thee feel right
That I cling unto this present hour
For else I’d be bound so tight
In dreams of futile power.

If thou were not here, far and near
Between two arms that ne’er recall
How much it pains to hold thee dear
And all the things thou knowst not at all.

Another pale moon of mine doth wait
For tears exhausted, ne’er seen,
Though thy glance, at time, speculates
When I hide my smile ‘neath a sheet.

But, tell me, how much more must I say
To conjure in thee a vision that is fair
Of a breath, a shadow of my joy’s array,
Just in seeing thee, in thy stare?

At times, mayhap, I only doth lose
Or lose myself in cautious wait,
Mayhap ‘tis ‘cause in silence I choose
To live, if not mute, then mute I’d state.

If only a sky could erase all woe,
I’d steal the hues from thy speech’s glow,
And forevermore, wings I’d need to grow
To where I’ve learned to love and know how to love.