With waves the ocean soothes the dark stillness of the shore.
With words the mind would calm the awful, inner quiet.
Offerings to the nothingness on which we trespass.
Our imprint no deeper than breath on a mirror.
Though delighted by the wonder of your return,
To glimpse you is already too much for their eyes.
At your cadence of voice a bird stirs in the heart,
Its wings spread such brightness nothing can hold its form.
You are no longer from here, yet you still linger
In the lightness, wed to the dance you awaken,
As if in drudged-down lives, the song of your new hands
Could raise the soul towards horizons of desire.
You slip through a door of air. Memory comes home,
Bright as a dead tree drawn to blossom by the moon.