Between

The wind, voice older than night

Trips over it’s ending, begins

Again

In me, my mind, circling round,

No touch, no sound, despite

My mind

Laughter passes, tripping

Sorrow whirls, where’s itself

Beginning

Asks Time, I dont care, says

Mind, never ending, says wind,

Beginning

I dont want to be here, I want

End to belong again, in you find

Beginning

Voice of wind, between friends,

Respite, Times brief moment, says:

Communion