Soul Song
by Mark Melnicove
My soul — come back.
It is your turn now.
Those secrets of the dead —
forget about uncovering them.
The tracks you have been
following — where have
they led?
I dreamed the earth
was eating earth —
I have saved you a plate.
Those bright feathers
you wanted
to dress in —
I have stored them
inside pillows.
Lie down.
There will be a time
when there will
not be a time.
Before it is too late —
before I am lost to you —
eschew the pettiness
of our differences.
Find forgiveness
for our regrets.
No reason
to abandon prayers.
Tumble with me
by the stream that laughs.
My house is yours.
Any nail that does not
fasten for you
is not real.
Reverse the entropy
of ruins.
Listen — the stars
are chanting —
come back.