TUMULTUARY

In a dark room there spun two lights. One carried the depth of the ocean another the light of the sun

I saw them on a Thursday night, those pools bristled in an unfamiliar warmth

I saw two small caves carved by the spinning by the burning by the yearning of the two lights

I saw the echoes of silence – the kind of words that don’t exist outside of hushed breathes that whisper ‘I know’

people writing songs that voices never share
and no one dared

I saw a smile – a canyon marked with dots on either end that pooled and overflowed with the words of a raging river

I saw them on a Thursday night – the day i chose to say bye forever

The day I noticed the two lights