Silence

[Guest guest]

We are so close there is no room

 

our plankton-encrusted

oceanic fingers

almost touch

the space and sequence

of a leap of faith

between us,

 

it is the dark sheen of a raven wing

we lay deeply hidden in,

it is the deep breath of s soul-filled

mind-walking

saffron-robed lama

that clears the forest path

of all the blood and bone, sinew and

marrow that

 

returns to us

this whisper of life

returns to us

this holy amazement

of blended spirits who had

once dissolved

two hearts

on an ancient

funerary pyre

who had became

one

with the silence of the stars

 

who had met one another on a

blank page of life

 

and so had fallen in love

 

and so had written our story in the poems

of our hearts.