To a Day Without Words

November 2006

The end of the world,
The beginning of life.
It's not what I meant,
It's not what I said.
The words I'll never write and the things I can't remember
Are exactly what I want you to know.

Touch the sky,
Feel the sand;
Tell me what you hear,
The colors that you see.
Step out to the edge of everything you've known,
Find the weathered spaces looking back at you.

Ferry me over
As far as this much will take me.
Dip my fingers in the wind,
Stand the strength of winters past.
This story, this dance,
This part of me, this part of you --
We need to know the roots will hold.

So rolls the sea and turn the stars,
And I --
I'll never come this way again.
But when you stop and feel the throb of the empty storm,
You will know that this is where I am.