Just More Words For You

I hear voices speaking,
High tones in the low light
As it catches surfaces unawares
And casts long shadows.
Here, I find my own
Among these voices, I am speaking,
On love and life and very flighty things—
Here, the hours turn to days in our cups.
Still, the only memories I have are of you
And I speak of other things
As learned men speak of Dragons
And Fairy-tales.
Underneath it all, you exist
Behind the frayed edges of
Reality, like a secret
Hidden, silhouetted behind
Lace and lamplight—
Sacred, like a prayer, whispered
In the confidence of the night.
Inside me, you becomeThe words that I have yet to speak.