Of fate and souls

 

Henley could be
The captain of his fate
But I can’t be
Anything of hers.
Tend her, I know,
But nothing that will
Lead to Restoration,

No great affirmation
Waiting here
Near her bed
Watching the rise
And fall is all
I do for now.
She said she never

Groaned, but I hear
Her melody.  Not
The sounds I have
Made but gentler,
Like a young bird
Wanting something
It barely understands.