night poem no.3

words and not words
the space and sound of what is said
shaking as it leaves your lips
though fading as it storms my head

beneath the night soundless of birds
the lesser sounds are magnified
the morning takes us by surprise
muffled in sleep's other side

it seems a dream's cool to the touch
as the deep side of your eyes and yet
though fading as it left my lips
this kiss eclipsed space while seconds shake

looking straight on it still i ask
what are these things of which life is made?
what are the things our life will make?