the art of reading

whats on
your mind
dark as it is
with the weight of
our lost future

the grammars of your soul accepted, learned off by heart. the exception to the rule leaves me speechless. i brooded on the third letter of your name, contemplated it from start to end. the fifth came to me in a vision, quickening my mind like streaming light, like silver strike

but all this was as nothing until i learnt to speak your name, to hear you say mine. so the stillness of life became a name within a name that stopped time. i let your image grow in my heart, freely, unbound. your name like a storm in my heart that leaves me weak. why then do you ask of your shade: why are you dark ?

...don't worry, my long-suffering readers, some poetry to follow...