The Chain

The guitar speaks to me with its' voices,

it counts and meters time measures,

pauses and beats...counting my heartbeats

until I'm with you again. 

I've missed you in my life, 

all the wandering for my pacing,

nervous energy that worked itself out

in my vibrations...

At the shore I'm in the sea strand,

all the mystery of the dark ocean...

they say that the sea never remembers,

that forgetting of my primal pain a lure.

And then I look in my strands of DNA

and I find you there waiting for me,

I have caught up to you finally...

the voices speaking to me in measures, 

the chain never having been broken...