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