I was summoned

I was summoned

It was at the stroke of quiescence…that she arrived
looking for me I don't know where
she came from. tangled whispers on her lips

a brook or a breeze in her hair.
I don't know how or when
no, it was not a note from a song

that hovered on her heart.

a memory  and some splinters of images

shards of dreams and bouquets

of nostalgia

were flung around

declaring her arrival.

from a shore I was summoned
from the branches of a dusk

that I had long forgotten

and folded in 

muslin to keep

in an attic.

perhaps it was the cry of dried petals

of a lavender that I had plucked

last summer

that brought me to her.

meeting  me alone

at the beat of a deafening roll in my veins

she sighed and  flowed into my reverie.

there I was without a thought
or a note from a song.

I did not know what to say. my tongue
had no way
with sound
my eyes were blinded
and something turned in my breast.
A fullness summoned from the depths of the sea

a wailing overflowing from the cornucopia of pathos.
I waded
trying to decipher
that song.
I wrote the first line
faint, without core

pure uncertanty..
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing

has never known anything.
and suddenly I was swimming
in the seas
unfastened
and open
primal images catapulting in a torrent
shadows  perforated,
a conundrum of 

thrashing swishing swirling swallowing

vortex…

I drowned to meet this poem.