First Utterance

Creating light, love’s knowing fashion makes

Some man, some woman reach in time in place

To touch, their wordless press to hold each one.

To find in other’s capture, purify,

Make sensual semblance mystic as of old

Before they pass beyond the mythic plot

Then ever gone. To language moved among

A throng of hopes, impressed in mind as sea

Vast tossing reaches beckoning shore’s embrace,

Two souls, diaphanous in sense more shape-

Consistent than of ghosts, two hearts race so.

Desiring tongues, thoughts shaping stuttered speech,

Attempt a steadied meeting peace between

Their heartbeats pulsed, their chanted minds composed.