Rest in Peace

I’ll sing to you

A ballad, a serenade

I don’t trade in love songs 

But for you I would sing them all

I would sing myself hoarse

And after, I would whisper

Poems of anothers mind

Weave them into threads of fancy

Feel the air grumble through my lungs

Still sullen and raw from the music

And I hope you would whisper back

My faint words rewritten into something

Fresh, tangled in your own sweetness

Steep some tea to soothe us both

Our wandering minds and broken voices

Then maybe we could rest in peace

Side by side, dreaming always

Echoes of our voices in the dark and

Tea growing cold as we lie

All things said

All stories known

So we rest