when the words are spoken
and i draw in air to sketch my lungs
til they spin the clay of my being
like startled doves spiral upwards
in a rustle of light
the cathedral within my mind
glows in sapphire shards
made incandescent by
my stained glass window eyes
there is a music box strain echoed in my pulse
unborn lullabies
that i shall spend my entire life humming
from the highest bough of an elm
feet bare against bark
in the warm cosmic dark
in this sturdy little body i build around around my heart.