Speak to me
Through the winds
Between the limbs of evening’s sleep
Speak to me
From the silence of stone walls
Between who I am and who I am not
Speak to me
Through the air of a bird’s wing
Between the cloud and the moon
Speak to me
Before the bending is history’s past
Between the desire and the suffering
Speak to me
With the gentle touch of your whisper
Before I tumble down
Glenn P. Roulette