Did you hear what the light said?
Did you hear the breeze
shake old stars out of new trees?
The Goddess speaks
and words become birds
birds become sky-
the sky becomes an auditorium
for whispers of the heart.
She runs ankle deep
through a drowsy promise.
Her voice a flicker
of small white moths.
Do you now hear Her
rolling this world around
like a drunk
inside a drop
of morning dew?
