labrynth....we journey into the maze and mind of time, and speak of love. When words have lost their tongue and blood vows form spirals of sound in the gutteral furnace of the setting sun. We speak of promises when the desert is before us and beyond, when thirst cannot sing, can only quench tears into eyes that have seen the lost beauty of the world, in trees that are alive in the harbor of greenness of the whispers of sound, and your silence breathes into the hollows of of my neck and shoulder and my silence too is the refrain of summer rain
on the veil of burnt leaves