Speak To Me

 

Speak to me.
I could have heard you
but I wasn't listening.
I saw your lips moving
and the color of your eyes
but my ears
were full of clouds;
my mouth desert-dry.

Speak to me.
I know you did yet
I couldn't do anything but nod
when you looked at me
through timeless pools
of light.
I fell so long
time died.

Speak to me.
You reached out but
I slipped away between breaths
reaching for you.
Speak to me
while I go
so I can hear
your voice forever.

Speak to me
under sky-blue
wildflower beds,
fields and slopes,
hedge and sedge,
each leaf and
blade nodding,
caressed by gentle breezes.

Speak to me.
What name of green
can dress their shapes
as sweetly as the rain?
Speak to me
while I go
so I can hear
your voice forever.

Speak to me.

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©
david coyote
April 15, 1984

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