A Childs Letters
when all is a tangle of alphabet
voiceless, unwound and looming
what bits of sky shall we replace
falling into place like forgotten speech
puzzles of the mind
the deepest fragments of blue
cannot be numbered or spoken
they have no number or symbol
but themselves alone
as I am alone approaching
as a stranger approaches
the song too lovely for the dance
and though I as air should speak
passing between your lips
to digest the sun your eyes have given
with the mathematics of stars
I am measureless within you
as time before the heartbeat of clocks
I am a word alone without paper
misspelled
a child's letters on scattered blocks
laid bare and inert
formless as a scribble
Copyright © Orphani ..........O | Year Posted 2011
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