Before Time
light inside me quivers.
It waits for your lips
to become a word,
like when you shiver
and there is no wind.
You are the one after whom
light is no longer light
but a voice.
We are the same glow,
the same flicker,
a place where time
has not yet arrived.
Joy recognized us
by that quiet quiver,
like trees
in the night
learning to sing
as the wind dances.
Between us
time was born
a child
that still does not know
it has begun.