Just Before Storm (Walking With Rilke) Poem by Eric Cockrell

staring across the chasm of forever,
if my body be the bridge,
then yours,
the cup, the fire, and the lantern!

the wind wrote of love,
before there were humans!
scriptures written in trees,
mountains, and hollowed out caves.

your lips,
breath, and understanding...
your heart,
pure awe!

do we 'speak with the tongues
of men and angels'?
or stuttering fragile words,
repeat the wind?

mountains bow to breast and thigh,
sunset undressing those eyes...
the small place between
wing and body... pure heat!

the wrap of the rain on grasses chanting!
spirits with pens undulating,
the scent of god's perfume,
the moment just before storm!