Will You Sing For Me?

Will you sing for me?

Let the wind
Sift your hair
The fair sun
Warm your shoulders
Around which
I draped my arms
On days innocent
And new.

Will you sing?

Waters warm and fresh
Bathed us
In earthen pools
Cleansed us
Held us
As the womb holds life
Birthing
Hope for what might be.

But will you sing?

Fire lit our loving
Warmed us
Twined into the other
Its crackle masking
Our joy
In yellow-amber shadows
Dancing
Decorating the walls around.

Won’t you sing?

My breath is yet in my throat
Heart in mid-beat
Fingers half-closed
Eyes half-opened
Waiting
Waiting…

For your song.