As the headlights first dawn across your cheek bones
Scalding sun on a reaching horizon
You'll understand stillness is a question
From somewhere behind yourself you'll watch your body become someplace able to be broken
Spiderwebs will bloom through glass, meandering tributaries unwinding to some sea you don't know your toes will ever touch
That single breath suspended
In the sacred space between open lips and clenched fists
Fragility and the tabernacle you’ve held it within
Will ignite in place of the sound your lungs hoped to make
Little white sighs of expectation etching their songs into silence
As the trembling begins to crawl into your coiled bones
You’ll touch places you thought you’d never mistake
Some sweet dust of faith brightly blurring words left unsaid
The gentleness of unfelt cacophony
And the carillon of ringing in your ears
Bells never sounded so sweet.