soft breath whisper through the spaces
and i can hear his eyes turn dark
that look, that sound of empty
it's the candles in my window
it's the field at sunset
it's the linen softly moving
it's the blue rain crying in the morning
it's her song of bereavement
when it comes, i am a child again
afraid of mishandling and breaking
with words too large and complete understandings
it's the soul's echo on the sea
it's the night city's silent streets
it's the racing moon and fading stars
it's the between place
it's the silence in a symphony
can i tell you? can i articulate the infinite?
only do this- shout your soul
and find the way of freedom.
