By mojave (mojave7299@yahoo.com)
Date: 14 March 2000

tell me

tell me what You know
and where this road
goes
and what lies past
the endless
attempts
at joy and knowing
and thirst 
quenched
in 
the place
where words end
altogether

tell me what i should
have said
and when i should
have been content
with silence
which 
would have explained
it all
or done less damage
at 
the very least

and tell me 
in the meantime
exactly what it is
i see
in Your eyes
because language
comes to me and then
goes
fleeing like
a broad-winged bird
startled and spiraling
upward
lost
in the sun