‘before the gleaming current i am astounded’

before the gleaming current i am astounded.

before the eyes of the statue i am in awe.

at the ancient feet of the mountain i have knelt.

but above all you leave me short of breath.

you touch my soul with one worn palm

and leave me speechless. i am lost inside you,

you astound me. above all else you astound me.

in flashes i feel memories of riots & confusion.

the force of fire & the shattering of glass.

the lone man screaming, hiding in the open.

i have seen terrors but when you look at me

i feel the past go quiet – you touch me

and i am fully here. your words enthrall me.

your smile awakens me. above all else you astound me.