His voice said


His eyes said


His mouth whispered of

peaks and castle tops

His hands implored

“honor my touch.”

I ask

“who are you?”

I ask

“how did you know of my hunger?”

I sang of love

dying and lost

I beat the death march

on my drum.

He said

“I am the wind.”

He pleaded

“Give me your hand.”

He confessed

“Your hunger is who you are.”

He comforted

“I understand.”

January 11, 2014