Anti-Gravity

I

The sound of falling leaves

passed from shoulder-to-shoulder.

II

Amidst a sea of moonlight

scattered by rays of light.

III

Whittled into pieces by honking cars,

of blinking lights, and stifling nightmares.

IV

Boxed in a box, locked by locks

of murmurs etched on a stone.

V

Ephemeral words written by the lips

an articulate cloak of shadows.

A semblance of poetry.

VI

The stroke of a pen

mimesis of language

caged in a period

god-like.

VII

That kiss of the eyes.

The shy dance of hands

hidden under a cup of coffee.

VIII

A nod, a knowing look

A witty smile.

Unspoken.

Carried by the wind

Written on the lips of leaves.

IX

That man on the cross.

Of punctured hands and feet

On the blood of the sky.

The wisdom of the tomb.

X

A child’s eyes of laughter

its touch of rainbow

on a pale surface of glass

breathes new life

upon a dying world.

XI

Oh, how I seek for you!

Silence.

Language of the Gods.