The Love That Still I Yearn

As feather yet to fly
Clothed in nectared amber cell
Resin-hard and held beyond a time once loved
Tongue tied and bound
In solitude
Too sad to tell

I fall
In dream I dive
The sap of loneliness
My beauty
Hear my silent song
Between the sheets
My sense of sky

Look on
Fear not the sight of my unknown
Touch me
My light and dark
And journey now
The love that still I yearn.

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- Footnote -


This poem gives voice to the world of those "locked in" who, through damage or illness, are unable to move or communicate, and yet can see, hear, and have no loss of cognitive function. A world of Adam. A world of Eve.