Photography by Konstantin Buyukliev, maadat.com
They file in at the regular time
Dressed in mostly muted colors
Taking their usual seats
Quietly
They come with their stories
Or the stories of others
Which are also their stories
They are the ones
Who let the words
Live
Awakening them from their slumber
Ghosts
In a seance of the Word
Words
Breathe, my dears
Fill each crevasse of this space
That you are not often allowed
To occupy
We offer our bodies
Our eyes
Voices
Hearts
To embody your pleasure
Or pain
To remember what it means
To feel alive
Sing
Dance
Weep
This is your time
To feel the sunlight on your skin
Kisses from the breeze
Until you return to your slumber
Waiting
To be given the gift of life
Again
©Cardinal Speaks