The Mahdi Times The Mahdi Times Issue #23 October 2014 | Page 81

with a jaguar’s stealth. To dream of elder ways that leap over time and leave behind the puzzle of our making. O’ temptress vision you steal my hunger for human light. If there is anything left to hollow let it be me. If there is anything left to cage let it run free. If there is anything left to dream let it be our union. Language of Innocence When a river is frozen, underneath remains a current. When the sky is absent of color beneath the globe another world comes to light. When my heart is alone somewhere another heart beats my name in code that only paradise can hear. Is my heart deaf or is there no one who can speak the language of innocence? Innocence, when words suffer meaning and gallop away in its presence. I have seen it. Felt it. I have loosened its secrets in the blushing skin when upturned eyes witness its home and never turn away. And never turn away. There is this world of slumbering hearts and hollow love, but it cannot carry me to daylight. My craving is so different and it can never be turned away.