Jo-Anne Faull

Johnny Viola

If you could ring the sky like a bell,
Even such a sound would never suffice.
If you could bang the world like a drum, it would only
show
It was hollow inside
And your love, it slips behind a little cloud, and your
eyes are veiled–
Is there a medical term for a heart that's been removed?
If you could wring the hours and the days
of all their/your life, I think you would find
that the lovely faces crash like a wave
upon a shore so frozen and white
and as love, it slips behind that little cloud,
the snow is like a feathery down,
when your heart has been removed
And as love departs your life, like silvery birds that
leave the coast,