Empire Of The Senseless

A child’s laughter on placid waters ripples silently. I remember the last word you said to me. You were lying. I was begging for honesty. But you were already dying for the truth to be revealed. You’d just forgotten how to speak. I’m not afraid when you sneak up on me. In the woods the earth echoes, your love is calling. I’m watching a stork dip her toes in the waves. The kids are talking of reaching the other side. They are certain of their strength. They fear only the changing winds. She’s flying. I part my lips for you. The setting sun paints my throat. You are nowhere to be found, and we’re so close to home. I shall go without you. The woods breathe differently at night. They begin to scream as if the sun may never return. The scent is a deep longing. I know this word. It is indefinable. But the effort must be made. Create: the need to say it aloud to only you. Your love is resounding. You carry on conversation casually as if the two of you were never torn apart. She is learning to trust your body. You ar