Soundless light Springs beneath the firmament An arc of green, ringing In the dark spaces where There are no sounds Or wounds - Life lives as it is meant, Is not cut, deflected, harmed. There is a sacred Place that flows from Your arms And speaks of you - O hollow stone O place where We all come When we are done And we have reached Our perfect form: Weightless colour Soundless light Springs beneath the firmament An arc of ringing green.next poem