I call out for a day when the mad heated winds don’t dry the moisture of my tears before they fall. my inner tears, my lake, my oasis, my calm sea,
my embodied skin survives the volcanos dark fire
though i am no longer there…. i am here now…
chained to life with with love and breath
all new again… until
there is this continual renewal, and the forgetting of last nights endless plans
who was it that I loved then. who called me into this mornings breath, what was that?
that noise I heard?
I ache with love