the beginning of light <br />wrapped in the warm wet darkness, <br />before time, or the concept <br />of being... <br /> <br />in each word we almost speak, <br />in each thought we almost form, <br />in each feeling we almost allow... <br /> <br />do you know me? <br />i danced the day you were born, <br />pulling stillness out of the falling rain. <br />my name is written in the <br />deepest cavern of your soul... <br /> <br />i sweep the steps of your temple <br />while you pray and offer sacrifices <br />from my body to yours! <br />from your body to the children! <br /> <br />in each word we almost speak, <br />in each thought we almost form, <br />in each feeling we almost allow... <br /> <br />now time waits for the fire <br />beneath the window... <br />waiting to devour and remove <br />the last vestige of having been... <br /> <br />and the liquor of our loving shimmers <br />in the beginning of light... <br />in the radiance of the fallen. <br /> <br />in each word we almost speak, <br />in every thought we almost form. <br />in every feeling we almost allow.<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/almost-9/
