hearing songs in the morning

Seismic forces may have their way

For a while -

So that, my heart quakes

Or my compunction like Tsunamis

Unfurl, or give away my strength,

And too, herald my weakness.


But, I hear your Song

On the open breeze.

Part howl, and crying

Part calling, my name and yours

Together.


Of home beyond the veil,

Making a thirst amid me

So rich and aching

That I sate

Even in aridity

Until your eschaton