This circle of hope
holds out its lips
to feel the whisper of wind
sigh its name--
that name
known to the most lowly of creatures.

I turn to hold
your heart on my mouth,
where I hold
the breath of time.

Moving into the essence
of blood,
of the tear,
of heart’s incessant beat,

I know
in the small secret part of my soul
that I will speak your name forever
to the winds
and rain
and in the hall
of the end of my time.