Ode 2

I’ve heard it before and I’d give everything to hear it again

But if it hasn’t traveled from your deft mind through your pillowed lips on a crash course to my starving ears then strike me deaf

For it is not good and I will be in mourning until the melody of your voice lives in harmony with my ear drums again

Pounding a rhythm that drives me to skate effortlessly around life’s potholes and pitfalls inspired and invigorated

You are like the one that launched a thousand ships and I am on an Odyssey determined to return to your homeland

You will find me at the gates, with a boom box in hand, on bended knee, singing loudly and slightly off-key, some Donnell Jones until you return to me