The ancient muse who
comprehends
the unexpected ebb and
flows
and language where all
language ends
relieves the snow with
spring’s amends
while keeping steady in
repose.
That ancient muse does
comprehend
the breath between two
souls transcends
tornadic tangoed lovers’
throes
and language where all
language ends.
More fragile than the mind
intends
(while hide and seeking) to
disclose
the ancient muse does comprehend
the cages made to
self-defend
but gently coaxes out from
those
in language where all
language ends
a whispered, “yes.” The heart extends
a slow-unfolding gossamer
rose
to the ancient muse who
comprehends
the language where all
language ends.
The repeating line "language where (all) language ends" was taken from Rainer Maria Rilke's poem, "On Music", which arrived in my inbox through Every Day Poems on Tuesday April 14.
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