Bridge of Sighs
She that writes- Akello A flower knows no language Even when the wind beckons she can only sway in agreement So make me speak to you, Make my language old and remarkable Save me the singing of seashells Save me the sonnets of the Sea Make mine a roaring of thunder or a bashing of tides But give it to me Give me language Make my language fierce and full of ancestry Save me the musings of the mountains Save me the theatre of caves Save me... For I am a sigh without language.. So write me into your living But write me expressing my offerings in a language of truth. My truth, Our truth. Flowers yearning to sway no more.