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.