Separation/Request

[Jassy Melson]

You ask for a poem, "Write one for me."
I hear your voice but you're hard to see.
I cannot write one just for you, for can't you see,
I write one of these for everyone.

My world is a small one filled with soft blue,
there are shadowed paths I fear to walk through.
Would you like to explore a cavern I know?

If we could only throw away the yoke
of these civilized games we play,
we could be together,
but you're in a different world
and I am far away.

Again I hear your request, "Write a poem for me,"
I say to you, you are part of the poem I am writing here.

The song I sing is a mournful whisper
of a long ago time
when you and I could move
beneath the silent living trees.

To feel those half-forgotten passions
rise from the grave,
to be with you again
through this long dark age.
But your face is hard to find
though I try to freeze it in my mind;
if we could only break these chains of pride
we could move together.

But separation has come
and you are far away.
We can never stay long.

Drifting from you
into a world of blue,
losing direction.