Again, once more

Watching slow seasons, lifting
bloomed songs. wafted silences longing
in the night, slowly my liltings vanished,
Taken in drummed cadences, slighted
whisperings woven in cascading gels of
tainted canted looks.

What is my ardour, a labour of
silences, never spoken always broken.
Wastrel longings, kilted sightings,
We wondered together, drifted slowly
apart, as leaves always do.

Munched, bunched scrolled and welted
Where was the song I needed, where's
the heart felt needy looks

Take me where my steps
don't sound. Take me where my voices
are unheard. Take me where the
cry in my heart never is heard.

Take oh just take me . Once again.