I can drown in words.
They are thick in me like a fog;
Inside it there is quiet,
A never-ceasing tone of nothing
Ringing in my ears.
I hear none of it as it passes through
Only the cobwebs that cling, syllables
In radial patterns―and
Until I try to escape their grasp.
I yearn to take your dreams and swallow
Braid them together like rising smoke
Until they bear away on your wind,
And trouble me no more.
Oh, you do not want my words . . .
They would harden around you,
Brittle and grey,
Mocking and encasing,
And I would be further from you with
Across that frozen sea.
Be a lighthouse for me, my love,
And let your light press into that fog;
Let it clear and be empty as the sky at
And my heart is within it for you to