Language barrier.

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