CRICKET

the silence that your sound makes,

the words that still your heart.

the distance forms between us,

our voices worlds apart.

aggression lags behind, and

we see not who we are

communion breaks the boundaries 

that whisk away the mar,

we make tomorrow’s memories

by moments foe and far.

a song that’s forged in centuries

 by bridges built through art;

between us vowed the mysteries 

that fill the blazing stars.

concreted tunnels cleared, and we

crafted way the pain;

we sink to who we see with 

the beauty of their name.

a moment of the truth comes as rushing as the vain,

the recognition fuzes;

we see we are the same. 

film by jono, poetry in response, by cassidy.