Signs

Another night slips by, and in my ear
The far sound of your voice remains, and rings
Far changes in my mind. One or two things
You said about unsettled thoughts, and fear,
Describe my own thoughts, captive and unclear,
Watching for signs: the moon, the morning, wings,
Or any unexpected waverings
In tone and pitch – whatever signs appear.

And signs are plentiful, but what is meant
By these? Did we expect our hearts to fly?
Those letters we wrote cautiously we sent
Courageously. We monitor the sky
For tokens, wonder where our courage went,
And wait. Meanwhile, another night slips by.

Our Hearts, part 3