I lost the words somewhere between my mouth

I lost the words somewhere between my mouth
and her ear, somewhere between the pillows
of the sofa or the wild sheets on the bed,
and I just can't seem to find any meaning.

I lost the sense of the verse between stars
and enjambments, between end-stopped lines
and concrete depressions, between sensation
and the vainglorious expression of poets.

But the spirit found me lazing in the heat
of summer, sleeping under the turning clouds
that bring a teaching to the tender grass.

This mysterious spirit filled me with air
as if I were a lowly, hollow instrument
that merely needed to be played by gods.