Simple
Silence seems a gulping wave
that echoes in this hollow place
where once I let enchantment fill
until more of the sea had I swallowed
I know not how or why such feelings
Given rise, or voice or utterance
I know not how or why such depths
Given hope or sacrament
Then true as North
Fill the air with wingbeats
And let me drown, let me drown
Copyright Kkh 12/2/11
