In the echo of your urgency
I discovered an emergency.
Your voice delicate and beautiful,
Like a spiderweb laden with dew.

I hear the panic in your voice
When you can’t make a choice,
I reminded you if you’re over your head
That’s how you know it’s the truth.

Vagabond Prophet

Uncommon Tongue

Accents are hard

The R’s never end

And the understanding

Never begins.

So thick as to be spread

On the barrier between,

More mortar for the wall.

But when she spoke to me

In an uncommon tongue,

In the dialect of my soul

It was all over for me.

You were destined to invade

To lay claim to my heart

Shocking me into perfect communion

With wonder dripping from your lips.

– Vagabond Prophet