He

His voice says

Come

His eyes say

stay

His mouth whispers

of peaks

and castle tops

His hands implore

honor my touch.

I ask

Who are you

I ask

How did you

know

of my hunger.

I sing

of love

death

and loss

I beat the march

of the dying

on my drum.

He says

I am the wind

He pleads

give me

your hand.

He confesses

Your hunger

is

who you are

He comforts

I

understand.

January 11, 2014 Meldrum Poetry Workshop