Nightingale

Bereft of this tactile and tacit touching
There is only swirling.
And oh, clouds......see the furor and unfurled, whirling,
the flashing eyes and tears and wails
Failed, and failed and failed......

Where is Peace? Where is my Joy? Where is my Heart, reaching and reached, even now?
Where is the Calm amidst the Tumult?

Surely, the voice that calmed the Seas
Still Lives
And all that Death would bring
Amidst the Toil and Trudging,
Defiantly Lives,
Loving.

That man moves to the Stars
And cannot allow
Joy
Is a tragedy we have
Outgrown
Outlived
Ousted and
Made
Redundant and
Irrelevant.

The Caress that is of then and Now
that brushes tears gently
Rough squeezes Arm and
Misunderstood Silence
Notwithstanding, Bereft of Bridge,

Will
Still Sing.