Speechless

Words escape me
as I look at your face
and into your eyes
after the wave
of these souls
crashes over me.

I tumble in the surf,
broken into pieces of glass,
and shine on the shore
to be taken again
and polished smooth
by sounds that syllables
will never understand.

Words are nothing
but sky exhaling
in this place where body
and the spririt are entwined
like the tendrils of ivy
and sturdy bars of steel.

Your mouth on mine
unlocks the heavy doors
of grief and your hands
guide the blind beggar home
unashamed in the light of day.

With the wisest vision
I remember the curves of this path
and the direction the cairns point us
on the rocky shore.
Our mortal frames are strong enough
to carry the burden of love
from the sea this time
and I can do nothing but walk steady beside you
and hold up the image of your truest self
like it was the key to all the languages
ever spoken by those who know peace.

These are the only words spoken from this place of silence.