Your head pillow splits longing
as a cut to the great eternal
to love just one second
in the distance
of the sky’s silhouette.

Found in the darkness of my dwelling
silence
it was where a heart’s large room expanded
and the emptiness creates the flower
as the seed you gave
finds it’s space to grow.

The prayer is created
as magic of a promise

for within the said
the thought becomes free.

It was silence that gave the echo a soul
that kept life whistle on

beginning
gave life a chance to start over again.

The space of weightlessness
reveal the forgotten
just as a thought fails
flung out into the ether
to echo mute
a thought still dreaming
in the comfort of a bird
delivers borrowed vinged escape
in the land of forgetfulness you catch
with the net
your own frightened flight.

So the soul longs home
to the mountains telling
where spirits whisper in the housing of mist
and those who listen
awaken to forgotten hearts again.