Beneath Words by Will Mayo

Beneath Words









Beneath all words
there is nothing.
There is only the sound
of my heart beating,
of the wind blown
through the nostrils in my brain.
Inside of nothing
there is infinity.
There the wind stretches
from sea to sea.
And silent gulls call your name
without meaning why.
While ponderings of aches and pains
are all that remain of the bones along the shore.
Between the winds of infinity
all that remains of your name 
is a certain silence.
And God lies along the edge of my fear,
asking without asking
for me to call you again.
And wonder at your reply.
And all are waiting for your answer
to a world without meaning,
to a word without sound.
As the door silently closes shut.


by


Will Mayo