the Word now falls back into silence into starry, muted skies fallen to fragmented expressions He weaves His crown He weaves it alone and late into the night in the empty hours the nothing hours I burn Your Name bright on my tongue we are living Word to mouth I need nothing more I will not cast these seeds on stone I stand here beside You broken-tongued and speaking fire my lips were stained with time’s dark wine what are we to do my love with all these things that cut right through we are living without skin we have woven darker threads into our coat of many colors we have spoken words like wolves and now they fall upon fall on our days and now they fall upon fall on our days bring to me this tongue of fire speak spirit from stone sing to me in this language lost and sing to me alone …sing…