Untold

Illustrations by Kate Gillett

I have wandered into my silent places 

with flickering candle
held grimly between tight fingers.

And I have fallen in love,
With all the whisperless space
Aching inside of me,

the Opus of my Spirit,

this wordless poetry

that I cannot tell you
and can only be felt and heard
by hands and heart
that somehow 

already know this road.

 

It is not that I would turn you from the road
Only that its footholds

are privately revealing
in a magic space
in a torpedoing gravity
of destiny,
and you are standing at the very first road sign
bewildered and wondering
and from behind the veil
I am weeping
for all the directions
you do not know.