294–Speak to Me

i force the words await your

voice sit here contemplating

how i will hear your sound

today the wind is silent

cars rush by but even the

sirens are quiet just now

holy mother of god i think

then holy mother of me

then holy mother

speak to me speak to me

is that the swish of your

skirts my hearing’s not

what it used to be quiet

hard to come by you are

sound and silence boom

and swirl all i hear is this

one voice tune my heart