Dear Reader
Before the smoke
has time to clear, i call out:
With love for the worlds of you i
have not met yet,
for the kisses i feel others receive
in darkness, despite darkness,
from the honey and fire of your eyes
love for the places i go only
through my fingers on the map
and with love, in the warm coals
of lyrics i try not to fall back on
- but oh, don't they keep us
from losing heart?
Vienna waits for you /
No, he doesn't look a thing like Jesus /
The times, they are a-changing...
combined bits of language
surpass language itself
and
finally, there is silence
and air and breath; it is here
we waited all along,
wondering where we
had walked ourselves to.
Yes, all those things
are not great; yet
they are for you,
with love from the deepest
recesses of amber.
Please accept them,
please take my hand;
please let us breathe now,
please let it be.
