Feet walk soft earth
rooted patterns of Love.
you pointed it out in the marsh-
stones set in the shape of four letters.
…stones of my ancestors
the veins of my roots deep within the soil
that which has no name
ever-present in all.
…Skin- a map of where we’ve been
seasoned by the wind by the wind
an offering to be present
each word caresses
the structure of your face
brings me present to this place to this place.
could there be silence between us?
Silence of dusk-
silence enters- tells of coming darkness
a time of wild abandon- silence
show me your silence- that space between
dark and light.
the place where words cannot…
That place- rich dreams envisioned
a world of deep creation
always moving- regenerating
every cell every cell.
as you journey to those unknown places
of the heart as you journey
I listen for the silhouette of your face in the trees
in the trees