When Words Were First Born

by Jerry Ratch


When words were first born 

They were like pure prayer 

I could see them in the sky 

And hear them whispering through your hair 

But now they're like dreams 

That only sorrow owns 


We still need the sun 

We need to find 

Solace on the ground 

And open the chasm 

Shining up above 


Even though the lid has already 

Been taken off 

The top of the world 

And the desire removed 

From the fire of the heart 


When words were first born 

The dark crickets were 

Slowly rubbing the varnish 

Off the night


And with the dreamy 

Fallen branches of your 


I'm only missing a few 

Minor pieces of the sky