INNER DRUM
When time moves, Past that of light and measure, Close up that gap, Fill it with more than matter. The earth is your hands hiding place And I now realize your touch. Your beauty is boundless And your mind is all the sea. But your life form, Your infinite being, This language I cannot read. And the tone that comes From the ring of your voice, I cannot make this sound. It reverberates and hurts the inner-drum, It drives me to the ground. stephanie lorentzen-jordan