James Alexander

The Ring

The Ring

 

a flightless bird

bound to a ring

yearning, burning

no voice to sing

 

longing to flee

the empty years

to be set free

from hidden tears

 

a ring that binds

in unkind ways

a clock that chimes

to endless days

 

never forgetting

the aching loss

always regretting

bearing a cross

 

for the one man

whose single kiss

and touch of hand

was heavenly bliss