in the valley of weathered bones
I speak the language of the rain,
the words of broken continuum:
I understand silence – long and translucent,
I can almost see through it.
I hear the void whisper pale memories,
an echo of something so distant,
so faint…
I dream of a symphony,
a song,
thunder by my door.
…in the house of shadows
all sounds magnified.
sometimes, my love, I want to turn away
from the ocean of your face
and stay in the rain
of my internal landscape. sometimes
I wish for spring to come
and melt your language of snow into water
~NKO 2012
