A single thought of you

A single thought of you
Speaks to me,
As a wellspring of joy;
And I am Ecstasy’s brother,
Withholding in your depth…
A quiet witness
To the wild humanity
Thirsty for herself.

A single thought of you
Blooms a garden
Where butterflies
Returning from pilgrimage,
Forfeiting their colors,
Forgetting their wings…
They carpet your terrace
With the colors of the wind.

A single thought of you
Forgets my blood
And betroths the world.
Find me in the tears
Of this communion,
Waiting in the alleys
Of mankind’s scripture,
Building with forgotten words.

Speaking With

There is

“Not enough fire to burn every letter”

“i wrote for you,”

“Not enough air to feed this garden”

“of our ashes.”

There is

“A lutist still in thoughts”

“you allowed me to,”

“His quivering song that settled”

“your eye and mine.”

The embers will not die until

They steal winds from each mountain,

As they refuse rest and long to fill

Their valley with all the wind’s of heaven!