the words, like a falling,
search for the brilliant sigh
the urge is like an ocean
within
surging then still
then surging, then still
and I ache for beauty
I ache to share
to once
if only once
to return
to lower myself into those waters,
with eyes closed
dreaming of this one response,
this one response
sometimes with a longing,
sometimes with a lust,
sometimes with a knowing
it may never be
the words, like currency
like things, like real
real things form again
aching for beauty
aching to share
to once
if only once
to return
the faintest song
escapes
the merest whisper
of a song
sung by the heart
spoken by the soul
it shall survive
all
aching for beauty
aching to share
to once
if only once
to return
