Feeling

Your words run deeper now
and deeper still,
than that atlantic ocean i hold so dear in my cold hands;
chaos.

The tales you give to me are an unknown gift;
a skein of snowgeese on a lost and hidden winter morning.

This is stronger
than those metals that we share
from times long ago-
ancient words in unmeasured meter.

I am feeling my way in your world of candlelight;
creating shadow shows with your open hands.