Edge

It is like standing at the edge
of a canyon at night, calling your name
waiting for the echo and hoping
to hear my name return.
It is like standing at the edge
of an empty canyon calling 'Beloved!'
and hoping to hear your voice in reply.
It is like crying in the desert of the heart
and listening until I am thirsty,
so thirsty I must drink silence.
It is like standing at the edge of love
without a name
in a place where longing has taught me
to abandon the cry.