Speak to me of rivers
and bones; show me what to do with this mouth full of stars. Listen—what am I
The dogs lie still;
grandfathers dance through the shade of days to come. The snows of yesteryear
melt into tomorrow, watering what might have been. No more.
Take these stars, these
bones, this river—take them far away from me, take them to the other side of
time and see how I find you, see how I am already there.
Here's what I mean:
I feel you in my bones, riding
a river of light that sparkles
on my tongue.
This current, strong and steady
holds the willing in its sway.
It will come for you, for me.
Will we—dare we—be carried away?