Writing again

The silence has broken
 I am speaking soul,
again I have  transcended,
 emerged from silent knoll.

The voice of love and loss,
tired kisses and tablecloths
echo memories I have voiced
 from texan sun, summer moist

rain kissed blue-eyed angel,
whistful, woe begotten truth.
 I clear the rust from bygone lies
I clear the rust from dehiscent eyes.