Two Toasts

Praise be that this thin mark, this sound

Can form the word that takes on flesh

To enter where no flesh can go

To fill each other's emptiness

To the words and how they live between us...

And to us and how we live between the words...

And in between the sounds of words

I hear your silent sounding soul

Where one abides in solitude

Who keeps us one when speech shall go

To the words and how they live between us...

And to us and how we live between the words...