Heartland

Missing You

Missing you comes in

an ocean of bitter reminiscent

about the days passed

untallied by our heartstrings

But woebegone, my lover

because I am delivering you

a bouquet of thunder beneath

my breath by the break of dawn

tonight

for there's where my province

has been laid;

by the very edge of your heartland

where poison Ivy is sown like begonias were

and people are too afraid too mention it in their

prayers;

where birds have played treble

in their voices

and our eyes caught fire

where sinners live in exile

and cursed hopes are held in denial

Now,

there is exactly where I

am going to love you the most