Sunday, May 21, 2006

instrument of light

Your heartbeat has come to stay
like a bird in my nest.

Your rhythm and pulse
have made a home
in my empty cave.

You are an opening door
the impulse
of thresholds and flowers.

You are the scripture of bird song.
I am a tongue
you fashion out of silence.

Your heartbeat
stays like a prayer next to my ribs;
music woven into my body
the way light and shadow
is woven
into an instrument
to make it speak
beyond time and place.

Print: "Goddess of Dawn" (c) Richard Franklin