IKAW

Your voice is in the tress.
You visit me with the din
of your impure presence.
You are like the wind
when when the world was mere rock:
the echo that binds up the string of sound
into vibrations.

The storm portends your coming.
Your breath simmers
from underground.
I sift the dust with my hand,
and listen to the trees scream again.

one day one day,
two souls..two souls
wandering...
ako..ako..ikaw..ikaw..