what will it take to know your quiet

what love will it take
i could not see two birds flying over you
before
i could not hear the fish jump from you
blazing down asphalt walls
let me stop to take an axe to the streets
let me hurry out to the rocks
of your mouth
and enter you
with prayers    i
cannot open my lips
to tell of your radiance
so let me bring you sunsets    let me be
black as your waters
beachwood    quiet brown
have nothing to say
so listen, listen