Time will tell.
It's a story of translation.
Voiceless, letterless and lightening speed.
I read your impressions.
A choreography of my geography.
Prints of purity on my body-scape.
You landed here before time,
before eons, and eras, and ago.
You learned to walk here, to dance
on my soft heart.
Before your soles ever met soil.
Before you could decipher between
my breath and your own.
You felt the summoning
of my heart beat drumming.
Red rhythm dancer-
You once traced my heart.
Curious of my landscape.
My blood has bathed you.
You have rested your weary soul
on the shoulder of mine .
You have slept in all corners
of my mind.
You discovered my two
true blue windows.
And looked out at the salty rains.
You have charted my seasons.
You have walked all over me, into me.
A timeless trail.
A capture of infinite beauty.
A sacred soul sculpture.
A work in progress.
Written in my body....
You have left me, illuminated.
