this sacred word
this sideways phrase
these pieces let me down
it's what this waking heart will find
and i watch for why
as if it might just now
suddenly appear
it's what these weighted hands will find empty of this pen
and vacant moves define
the ring is lost
white picket fence
and sideways now this raging rushing traffic heart
it's what you are
and i am not
what we were in my head and in my heart is lost
this precious ring which was the last i had to give
and would only fit your hand