06 November 2015

What Sweeter Song

By Bud Koenemund

For "Her."

How oft’ have I sworn my heart free of thy
Sway, only to dedicate another
Lyric in praise of hair, skin, nose, or eyes?
Indeed, such passion is hard to smother
When the midnight voice whisp’ring in my ear
Is always yours – a muse won’t be ignored.
Although I have lacked thy presence for years,
Mem’ry sustains the tempest in my core.
Lady, you have birthed ten thousand verses;
Every word a razor’s blade that cuts
While I fight ‘gainst myself – this art versus
Sanity. Obsessed? Admittedly. But,
   What sweeter song could I write than to pen
   Thy name forever, over and again?

1 comment:

  1. You may swear your heart free of me, but my heart will never be free of thee!