By The Guppy   kingsaladmonkey@hotmail.com
Date: 9 June 1999

Chorus Of One

and so it goes
without word being spoken, her voice, like fire, devours,
and tramples me,
entrances me....enhances me, and calls me to
beyond the wasting hours,
she sings to me,
a song to me,
i plead with her...belong to me
belong with me, 
to sing with me,
and please do not be long
and lasting measures,
transparent treasures,
an acoustic angel, void of feathers
she lights on me tenderly,
lovingly and sparingly,
not caring, but to care for me,
and granting some repair to me,
dear angel...sing your prayer for me,
and please do not be long
i sing to her each time i smile,
this tired voice,
half expecting not to hear 
the very words i say,
expecting, rather, wasting them,
losing them or twisting them,
hoping for reaction,
reacting to the passion,
and holding hers as mine would be,
if i had my way,
my choice
surprised that she is hearing them,
finding and endearing them,
as they are,
in form and phrase,
in thought compared...exact
unto her beats this simple rythm,
steady and strong,
as she has given,
and may this beating serve to find her,
reveal her,
and then remind her,
extend to her,
and send to her,
and occupy some time for her,
unto this beat may she yet add
a note or two...and by and by,
completion to the song,
i call to her,
angel dear....take me there,
away from here,
for you project a love so near
i can taste it in the air
i can smell it in the rain
that by and by i'll slip my chains
secretly and quietly,
no bindings shall remain
and to her shall they grow anew
if she would have them to,
be blessed and belong,
i know she will complete the tune,
the melody,
the song,
i know that she will sing with me,
and i know it won't be long