Velocity

There have been entire passages ripped
away by greedy hands
Words that liberate and bloom
Stolen from human equity
These lost pearls roam the tides
Waiting to be reabsorbed
And ignited in the minds of man
Each night at the right hour
A word appears
And then soon a collection of them
Seeking remembrance, awaiting flight
Each night a flower unfolds
Expressing its beauty
Unaware as to the modes of its embodiment
Life springs forth across an entire continent
Love is in the womb
Silent in its velocity
In vacant places and in shadows
Veiled in the true sorrow of a kiss
Each moment, each season is a disguise
Every butterfly flourishes on the wind