No No destructive effort
will disfigure words
inscribed on my heart
Even in their absence
my heartbeat
shall hear the meaningful
echo of words
The days will
have no horizons
no mornings
no evenings
songs of love
will dissolve
in birdsong
and will awaken you
to attain your being
In their cooing
will echo songs
of longing
no dew ...
no sound ...
only my silence
to fill the endless void.
