THE WORD IS AUDIBLE
Even asleep, the Word is audible.
Even in death, the Word is there.
We hear in our dreams the foul or laudable.
In death the meanings are visibly bare.
A single word in the dark strikes a flare
to light the crags and dangerous yawns
as we push ahead with our search affair
like looking for slivers on overgrown lawns.
The Word is sudden as the stillness of fawns
caught in bright headlights feeding on flowers
silence its soul-mate, invisible its form,
timeless its heart in the passing of hours.
It's the Word of Love that takes us beyond
the constraints negative words have formed.