forgotten names
I’m hearing a call I never thought would come
not this life, not across the desert of a southern
forgotten land
I’m hearing a song whispering down rippling streams
in a jungle so deep two plants can change a life by
becoming one
I’m hearing a voice I thought would never come for me,
not this life, not piercing through a half moon blind into
a hidden sun
I’m hearing names I’d forgotten on tongues that once lived
like bright, exotic vines intertwined inside my own red mouth like
ancient anacondas
I’m staring into eyes so old they’ve lost their blackness,
history turned brown with the scent of living, love making cycles of
wet earth
Somewhere in the ocean is a jellyfish that lives forever
in shades of red and blue, like twin flames born in the same undying
amniotic cauldron
and every drop of rain in every dark, wet crevice of spherical rock
is following destiny from ravine to river to the open womb of ocean searching for
this immortal oneness
I’m following a call I thought would never come, not this life,
beating through the veins of trees, falling from full monsoon eyes into
streams of determination
aching for the taste of salt mingling in hydrogen and oxygen
flooding cells with a long awaited clue we are almost there, almost home,
almost no longer two
I’m flowing into the bloodstream of an earth I had to know,
let loose in currents I could never escape, making my way effortlessly, naturally,
back to you.
