ancient pages written in the
language of the soul, buried
underneath the ocean in the
deep of sleeping folds. and if
ever they were looked upon the
ink would fade away, and they’d be
rendered right unreadable if
shown to light of day.
we will never see the pages
or the letters written thus
but i know another way to hear the
ancient words, but just us. all it
takes is just the two of us and
light of burning flame, and with
my fingers meeting yours, through our
eyes we’ll hear its name.