we know
nothing
yet we are
filled with the
need to
speak.
perhaps
words are made
of the hard colors of
earthly
care.
let your lungs
taste the clarity of
the sky
as the
clouds savour
the salt of the
sea.
do you think
dark clouds are
filled with
sadness?
make love
like the soft
summer
rain.
knowledge is a
gift of the
sun.
learn to glow
like the honey-pink
clouds of twillight––
the sacred time
just before
dark.