Come Back to the Light in the Room

We miss you, hope of a soul,
Trust that you would find a gift

To share, a kind word. What if
Words can’t tell you what we need?

When you watch the wall in sun
And write from there, you feel loved.

When you try to reach your kind
And write to your thoughts of them,

That crowd of eyes in your head,
Your lines look like joss-stick dust.

The voice of a word is weak,
And the shapes that cast a spell

Are not in the shapes you draw.
Be with us. Wrap us in thought

And bend your head while the light
Which is and is not a word

Spins from the last leaves to fall
Past the glass and warms the wall.