No new love or confection
ingested to stimulate
it’s vigour and resilience

No new love or confection
ingested to stimulate
it’s vigour and resilience
It’s a complicated ordeal
this thing called life
it’s detailed, complex and convoluted
A ritual commanded of the two of us
From circumstances derived not usual
As we seek, challenge and decipher
No solution enters to partake
We’re alike you and I
collateral in kind and surety
My kindred coequal
the one that completes me
There’s a ditty, a melody, a tune
a calling to function and purpose
A niche, a position, vocation
begging a familial long
My mind is blank, sparse and wordless
attached to no great flurry
No surge or burst to billow forth
as she listens, shy and red faced
he waxes, lashings of words, to be heard
in no uncertain terms or order, for her
We celebrate them getting married
and the weight that may well burst
Noise is:
the chatter of people on their early morning walk
deafening my early morning Silence