BETWIXT THE STARS

When you speak-
You speak to my bones
and they shake inside.
My bones reverberate
your muse in light
and language.

Such sweet sounds,
seeping deep into heart.
My heart beats
upon the breath of purpose
the conception, a design
in mind becomes actual.

You are devastatingly effective-
Your words impact
my chemistry,
penetrate my physiology,
in simply being-

For the stars do scream
before they fade-
An epiphany that perpetuates
our history.

The Awakening,
​is that space betwixt the stars.
You.     Must.     Be.     Heard.
It demands a presence in silence-
- Tiny Poet, Betwixt the Stars, 2015