seen you speak
in symbols
testing my resolve
pending imbued
lucidity
you eye silk
whispers of the dew
remember to bake
mud pies
sifting dirt
through fingers
throwing rocks
at rail freight cars
dust clings
to my skin
locked in this empty space
women dream of my release
make good your vow
free me
smell the breath and linger
take note of what's not seen
be the pulse of wonder
feel it squish
between your toes
know the taste
of water
this is no blarney
stone
skipping troubled
waters
chorus
Witness peer
falls ... condensation round a dawn
I touch the
sun I lay my I
touch the mourning
girls they
long to see
their world
be my world