Crystalline Before

The meridian holds its silver breath Clocks dissolve in amber sea Somewhere past the turning of the wheel A voice unfolds its feathered geometry Through corridors of unremembered light The morning signs its name in frequencies I heard you in the frequency of rain Between the notes the thunder never found You crossed the numbered rivers of the clock And landed whole on unattended ground Carry me through the crystalline before Where voices bloom in constellated rings Past the burning meridian of sleep Into the place that only distance brings Time is a voice that crosses its own wake A stone thrown upward, trembling, never lands All that was spoken still is being said Held in the flight of unremembered hands Carry me through the crystalline before Where voices bloom in constellated rings Past the burning meridian of sleep Into the place that only distance brings We are the echo and we are the bell The mouth that spoke and the mouth that hears Time is the river sailing back upstream And every voice arrives before it clears The meridian holds its silver breath Clocks dissolve in amber sea Somewhere past the turning of the wheel a voice unfolds and it is reaching me