flat.fish.flesh

The words I’ve found to fit today
are not goodbyes but I love yous.
They pave an ancient, climbing way,
the path we take with those we choose.

My giddy tongue shall take no rest,
not slow the pace or allow crust
to dam the flow before high crest
runs rhyming home. It does not rust.

Talk keeps the ebbing tide at bay,
instructing moon to halt its course.
Hang high instead above that way.
Not leaving star won’t know remorse.

West wind in blowing tries to steal
the voices shouting from the peak
but fails to quell those verses real.
It’s them that I have come to speak.