Aches

Dearest Silence,
Would you numb these moments?
Crowded times of many breathing,
What a wondrous aching.
Hold back my watering eyes,
You know that I cannot swim very well.
I've found the rest of my being and yet this treasure is beyond my sight and reach.
What grating;
Some invisible place, stoney and sore.
With what, how do I quell it?
What medicine can remedy my ailment?
All my methods of coping are of short use.

Moments, you are expelled.
Vacate as I exhale.
At my whim, I will release you in song and yelp and sob,
As long as you leave.

Many moons must wax and wane until the arrival of that Day.
None other than the very one that begins with my self, completed.

Return quickly, beloved.
Tarry briefly as your absence shortens my breath.
Pain lingers in my parts, the half that I hold.
Battle-wounded yet preserved, I await with Silence, my companion.

How I love thee and will never again breathe a breath that lacks this love,
Yours