WHERE THE WAVE WAVES

 

The bridge is lean over the flow

Do you know me, I ask

Can it be a wave that is waving-

Can we cross?

We seem to have lost the song

That need be sung

As we cross.

A delicate wind

Uncovers your head

And for a moment

I see the fronds waving

As they bend to the flow of the stream

You are a young breeze

That passes by

As the bamboos mumble and groan

We need to walk this rope

See each other

Listen to the tremors of our hearts

As if they did matter

Wave as if we were waves

That tirelessly fall and break against the rocks.

I feel your touch

Without touching

I feel the sand enveloping and falling away

From your feet

And wake up sweating

Having dreamt of the sea

Withdrawing .

 

I want it to be spoken

The language of tits and fibers of joy

I want to see the opening in the sky

From which you appear in the morning sun

I want the glance

That seizes and scatters that  thin ray of light

Into wholesome colours

I want it evermore

The pink blossom and green eyes

That sparkle in the night.

Imagine my word

As if it were yours

Just as I do

Only then can we cross this stream

And know that the sky

Will hold us

Where the green bee –eater with its long beak

Flaps its wings.

Speak, because words are of molten metal

And need be poured

To gain form.