communicate

Stirred if I am inside but not outwardly

expressing soul impressions, will wind still

bear sweet message one was born to blaze?

Or is it only just to join tongue and lung and breath

to air: red splash on blue water sail

rising on amber wing of sun.

Speaking of,

can a dream live amidst earth and dust

and will one day words link up revealing

a radiant jigsaw castle between us?

Maybe I could wait 'til words bend down

meeting, lowly, my own - unwilling to come out,

nor cry out, in the darkness, blind, careless,

or rash; hoping for the best.

Yet for hope's sake a word I'll cast

like water's bread remaining faithful to

the light and truth of bridges,

I believe from eternity are built.