primal

my heart the sound...
her eyes the stars.
moments lost, convictions found,
time apart and battle scars.

stories written in codes,
hands holding the keys.
affection in out dated modes,
happiness hiding, forest for the trees.

piano strings, flickering flame,
baby eyelashes, and monsoon rains.
journeys long, courage and blame,
youthful triumph, disparate pain.

injurious eyes full of hunger,
separate from their desire.
words given, songs sung to her,
my heart the sound, her eyes the fire..