A string of vibrations from my lips,

my tongue, my teeth, which extend infinitely

throughout space. For as many of these as I regret

(those dark tapestries of misshapen syllables,

knotted, inextricably, by time and pain)

there are those whose delicacy and light

originated from the kindest, most sincere node of

my black heart. And as those silvery words, of love,

circle and snake their way across the globe

I hope they find you again and again

and yet again - even if I don't.