A word so concealed
Dance me to the end of love
The silence of those we love will speak with their eyes
look
It hovers there like the warm rose colored air dancing on the horizon
A silence such as this will not resound for anything less than the word
A word so concealed you will not find it in any book
I know
I have looked
and found nothing
until I saw it reflected in my own eyes
when I looked at you
Like the time you dropped a song from your collection of prayers
and the moon pulled that song along with the tides
Like when your hips ebbed and flowed to the movement of these same tides
and I saw a vibration of glittering stars rising with each movement
A movement that embraced joy as her lover
as if reunited after many lonely and moonless nights
The word that describes all of this not formed of letters
but of geometry and geography
It is a word filled with space and motion and gesture
