Echoes and the Rain

In this way
as she stands in her place
a magnet for echoes
from points she cannot reach
These dreams which slide
from her fingertips
recoiling from the hardness
of the keys she must press
in the execution of a thought
to travel a distance
beyond her imagination
beyond herself
And this sun
which now breaks her darkness
offers a better way...
and the words are captured
and carried
and will follow it's morning path
and when its light enters your domain
you will hear her words again
as streams which pour through your window
and rest upon your soul

Words unspoken
still are known
and in their deepest utterances
come to play upon our hearts
and wrestle with our fears
and tease our sacred sensuality
and we allow ourselves to be taken
and drift in their embrace

And she will not resist
this seduction of the soul
this letting go of all she fears
this surrender to surging ecstasy
and draws this light deeper within
to pull at all her words
and spin nets which might hold you
and carry you through realms
lighter than your being

And if her voice echoes within your mind
at any point of solitude
close yours eyes and find their source
draw them within
And when the echoes shower
like rains in the forest
fall to the softness of the leaves and wash yourself
and be cleansed
by the pureness of her passion.

~ Leila Aster