Say my name

Say my name

And you will hear the hopes

And dreams

Of two lovers

Dreaming of the future

Say my name

And you will hear

The hybrid of two

Ideas that blossomed

And entwined

Say my name

And you will hear the scourge

Such recluse backdropped by evening's fields
all spiky white in bloom
for fear of treading bees, wander with care;
not one for wearing shoes.

Such mind enclosed, and wreathed in sun
its glow revealing dust
more threadbare each year do we find the couch,
yet find such things, we must.

My dear, in secrecy of thought
so silently, I should--
yet I cannot disrupt the quiet hum
or a weeping dove, disturb.

A vase of amber glass reflected
so kneel, and hemmed inside