Alexander & Genevieve

Approaching The Cup

We strode dumb with creation, mercy us,

(Our hands our feet) moving fast free smooth right

Over marble floors, their own whispered trust.

Like lines from letters returned unopened

That shadow-born servants could not ignore,

You looked. We looked, for what was not spoken,

But found only the falling of the shore.

Our faults seemed arrows that refused to fly.

Relics from a time when aiming was vice.

Still, I tried. And still their still tips woke in me

Words of wanting like cats sing songs of mice.

They named new names for why waters wave,

Drawn back like the last bow from our sleeping sea

At dawn: Alexander and Genevieve.