There are deep words that sound
Sound throughout the doings of a day
Working, Running, Cooking
Hillwalking
Can cover them for a spell.
But as a bell clanging
The tension of the sound carries.
So there are words there
From behind trees
Around buildings
Along byways
And main roads.
In places where people gather
And are alone
There
On waking
And at the pause before sleep
For me now the deep sound
And the words
Merge into
The sound of your name
And the answering echo
Calling in my heart’s space
Your name before me.
