Come now, what would you have me believe--
That you are open, unique, beyond yourself?
I try to make your little evasions make sense,
Reach through the mist of your moving away.
You can take up whatever defense the moon will allow,
Become the left hand of truthfulness at night….
The radiance of forgetfulness is not so endearing
When friends lose faith; I have no measure
For the swerve of emotion left beneath the eaves.
We can go straight back to hovering over forgiveness.
We’ll return to our present wavering soon enough.
Please touch the tip of your thought with grace
Until I find my strength in silence once again.
I call you by name, my counterpart, high, brave wind
Beyond necessity, beyond the windings of compromise.
Poem By Tammy C.