Kithara

Published April 4, 2013 by rlmcdermott

inside this lonely
landscape
of painted moons
and paper trees

I’m grateful
for the friendship
you’ve given me

you are a god
and I’m kithara

you play me
and I sing

a year ago
we met
or didn’t meet
beside a blossoming cherry tree

you turned your head and looked at me

and I saw everything I couldn’t be

but what I am is more than you can bear
the face of love
the face of death
a song without a singer
a wing without a bird
a poem written in the sand

we love
a different way than most
I let you go
you keep me close
we speak and never speak
we touch and never meet

who will ever love you quite like this

my gift to you is me
and that is all I’ll ever beRoses

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