words create worlds
But listen- (The sound of movement, the pitch of highest wave) The frail sound of truth The noisiness of lies Sit in the silence of your soul then ask (In voiceless love, in nightly space) For suns to shine and moons to glow (Into the human mirrors of thyself) Into the light you are. Then
Whipped rays piercing the clouds
(like stones on heaven’s blue)
I wish you could have comprehended the light that crosses our conjoined veins I wish you could have felt its music, the magic chords of harmony we sought. I wish you could have known that words can only keep us far, aloft… I wish you could have heard the tears embedded in my silence.
Words falling like the tear drops hanging on the strings of hopes, words you never knew before falling deep into your core. Would you take them in your heart? Would you wrap them in some art you are calling poetry just to fight their bigotry? Sounds that sound like loving waves hidden in
still light inside the foggy times still there and here still now and then still is the eye which sees your unsettling thirst for the sun
Worlds of Words 