Healers

Here in this garden of blooming sounds
words with swan-eyes and lights blink
touching bones with no name;
Today I became my wishes height.

Just by placing my ears on your love
and watching your concerned lips move
I see teeth release the Truth
from the palms of the earth,
and from societies dust-cloud
a fresh child is drawn
one who speaks in rhymes of antiquity
in a dance of elation
to the rhythm of your applause.

So if this hour closes
and our tracks dissipate
into the phosphorescent ether
then let our last breath and step
sail the baby poets chorus
so to champion this bridal art,
may these moments
precious and grave
release the crying dream
from the heart of our time.

Dedicated to all those who teach.