I want you to discover me. 

I want you to pull back all the weeds and the foliage

that have overgrown and tangled about my throat,

to uncover the clear jewels, gleaming

the bright sound of water running,

warm earth on bare feet

the arch of my constellation,

the sweet sound where the surf draws back

and for an instant

washes you out of Dream.

Watch it now as it curls back in on itself

like a serpent breathing...

and you are there breathing in the night

woken as if from the same place as when

the surf drew back,

that place where the earth trembles

and something is let go

stars shake

and you are still there breathing

and listening

as the waters of night move slowly over you

like a dark lover,

she lowers herself down to kiss your forehead

that place where the soul leaves right after death.

This is the place I want you to find me.

The place between the in breath and the out breath

the place of deep nothingness and calm

where the surf draws back and back and back...

to the sound of no shore