TAKE ME IN
On the spit of the redemption
between where I bleed and cry,
the meadow grows greener
and greener every day. Whispers
across the lawn remind me the edge
has always been alive. Shaking
its teeth and tongue through mouths
etched in the centuries of daydreams
lost before we knew there was a place
to go. I am the lake become the dry bed,
become the lover-become the whisper
that you hope to hear before dawn,
between dreams, and reaching out
across an empty sheet. I am the whisper
you heard yesterday when you were walking
down the street between the corner and
the red light. Somebody stood beside you;
they said nothing- and in the silence
of nothing the loud horns of the city
rained down like a gentle mist from
somewhere you could not identify.
I have evaporated and become nothing
more than what you breathe. Take me in.
Let me settle in your lungs and become
part of you.
-James Navé
www.jamesnave.com