In the stillness what spoke we knew to hold us inside an impossible hour against the radiant blaze of sky-bright sea, looking back.
Visual Echo
Shining sound.
Tag: stillness
In the Land of Your Language
Before expression.
To hear, I wanted you, the language that lingers on the tongue long before a word is spoken, pulsing reverb in the throat.
Say the Word
Invoking a beginning.
Speak to me in dreams of living possibilities to
spring from reminiscence of the dead. Return
me to some sight before first syllables, to the
original dawn where we waited together for the
first word to rise, when it was still in you.