these are not words that I say
they may have been uttered by you
and have reached these shores
traveling from that far

they may have been whispered by somebody else
who put the call of the wild on our tongues
someone who speaks for us
even through our language

or perhaps we speak the words of unknown gods
who need us - to mirror them.

I may wander and search how and why
and enjoy flights
I may tear syllable by syllable
to touch the naked heart of it all

and still they are not mine these words
they may have stirred
in your closed mouth
and reached these shores
in waves
of light