Too close to the forest

Shall I say it in music
may I tell you in song
will you open up your window
when I plead what you knew all along

Shall I scratch it in beach sand
perhaps carve it in stone
as if my words were of a widow
or about a king on a throne

Will you listen if I was a sparrow
uplift you hands towards my tweet
strike my message with a forgiving feather
hear my chirp no matter how weak

Shall I spell it out in gravel
perhaps post it on your wall
yet, maybe make peace with silence
before I Skype, text, or forbid, give you a call

Are these all but my options
if toward me you are blind
no matter were I start, stop, or fumble
am I for you not a find?


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