Give me the moments
that clatter with silence,
a quiet that seeps
into a stretch of time,
compelling one to covet
the darkness that rests
behind a pair of sleeping eyes.
Bless me with a symphony of butterflies,
the clamor that rises
as silken wings batter the air.
Bridle my thinking
with a cacophony of breathing fish,
the clamor water makes
as air is siphoned from its lungs
and I will discover the words
that drip from your tongue
as rain drips from a crooked branch,
its buds having just begun to bloom.