A Crying Viola Poem by Alyx True Edge

You were the first mate of my soul
whose hands withdrew from mine

with signs of love no one presaged
my dreams appear so asinine

in my mind I caress these hands of yours
and only there, I tacitly dare to confess

my heart is vivaciously longing for you still,
for a kind, attentive soul in this world of a mess

for you I will throw away my shell of pride,
the dormant fear and protective frill

just to know that you are safe out there,
bears all sense and meaning to me still

I love to dream of you ardently dancing
in the aureate clusters of the canola

or dreaming to find you vividly prancing
to trundling barrels and a crying viola

From time to time I embrace you there
and sense your warm and mellow skin

one day I'll share with you the waves I feel
this time you'll see my luminous love from afar

now the gleaming lighthouse sends away the keel,
but someday I'll open up to chance another scar

['A Crying Viola' by Alyx True Edge,2024]