Within

Within

the utterances of a foreign tongueless language

a currency made of light

from this place

I can know 

all anyone ever could

A search party roams freely

into your own depths

tiny lanterns

within felt as

scintillant truths

beyond the way words fool us into believing;

through the windows curtained only by soul

those gossamer sheaths,

a fig leaf, 

covering something bigger and older

than a soul

If you can imagine a time

when you were me

and I was everyone

then you can declare 

to authentically see

this stare

from 

not there

but 

within

then my darling, 

I shall call this search party off