Notes on Language

The wind out amongst the fairies
seemed so much calmer on that night my love
they spoke less than I imagined they would and even that was none
they sang more than the seconds that go by without you and that can
only mean that there are presences out there that exist outside of time

that can only mean that if I can be aware
of the planet and weathers interaction with
these presences that there is somewhere
between the island and mainland
I can drift into and linger in the timelessness
it is this space that we share
whether you are beside me or not
whether I am dreaming or not
for these presences they are
not beyond our ability to converse with

in retrospect I come to see that in those dreams on those nights
we looked in on one another with such satisfaction we had no need
to visit the cosmos of the ocean the universe of the sea on those nights
when the full moon matched the glow of your skin the curve of your cheeks
I never knew that I did not know a single language to relay to you
a single breath with which to speak because the best conversations
between us came as suddenly then dissipated as 1/4 notes and steam
they are as real as deja vu yet to come
as real as our love to be I am currently dreaming

and so on those nights when the houses lights seem dimmer and the
wind blows calmer than it ever has before I will open my mouth in the cold
sing to you in languages that have never been written and are already lost
so that wherever in time it is that you are hiding
you will hear me...and follow

I am imitating your sounds with the waving of my hands
I am scribing your transmissions on my hips
I am studying the notes on language
and I am waiting