Forever Compelled

You keep me in your thoughts

Your arms, wrapped around

Your chest, your head, like

The branches of an ancient tree

Where you may rest your head,

You keep me secret like a book

Of charms, wrapped in a candled

Bed, encircled all around, while

Chanting songs long dead.

You run and fly me high

In air, like balloons to wrist

I’m wed, and with your choice

You can let me go, in freedom

Will I rise and spread, but it’s

In that moment when I arise,

And you look at me instead,

With a face that spells a deeper

Bond, a trust that can’t be quelled

By ancient tree withering, or séance

With cryptic letters spelled, or relinquish

Of bulbs of joy dispelled or even morning

Lights cool thread, which strings us to each other,

Meld we do forever held, in our moments cut

Through time, it is you who forever compels. 

Christopher Baird 2011 ©