here are many languages – a language of words and text, of sound and presence,

but beneath that there is a language of emotion and senses

of sacred and profane,

of tone and vibration the way bees dance in the summer light dusted with pollen intoxicated by the scent of flowers.

yet another layer deeper

those languages of stillness and silence

the moment before the wave begins in the heart of the ocean, before it imagines the shore even exists

languages of presence and depth that only falling stars know

in your beautiful dark eyes, there are languages for which alphabets have not been invented.