Beyond your sky-blue eyes
that flashed
out from nothing with a power not thier own,
there are dreams that I will never know.
Tounge-twisted, I would crawl into your soul...
what wonders
of pain & love & fear, oh bitter child?

And could I wander
the steel-blue oceans of your heart, would I
ahbor you, then, or love you
- human -
for your pain?
what of knowing all the whisperings that drift within your name?

So what of arrogance & hate?
the beating
of every fresh-hewn soul against the waves
will carve some peculiar scar. Oh to know
your seas, & coax them calm...
yet the whisperings of love
are naught,
& teach no Gilead's balm.