Monday, January 7, 2013

WingMakers' Chamber Poetry

Language of Innocence: When a river is frozen, underneath remains a current. When the sky is absent of color beneath the globe another world comes to light. When my heart is alone somewhere another heart beats my name in code that only paradise can hear. Is my heart deaf or is there no one who can speak the language of innocence? Innocence, when words suffer meaning and gallop away in its presence. I have seen it. Felt it. I have loosened its secrets in the blushing skin when upturned eyes witness its home and never turn away. And never turn away. There is this world of slumbering hearts and hollow love, but it cannot carry me to daylight. My craving is so different and it can never be turned away.