Saturday, December 8, 2012

the silence

words being said
that might as well have been unspoken
in the air, waiting and halted

erased by being obsolete
the story matters
more then the grammar.

I have chosen to wait
it can be more useful
to not say anything
but let the thought sit quietly

then softly
there's a breath of word released
a sound of being expressed
the tender unfolding of speech.

the sentences become
flowing in song
fluffy as goat hair
loving in caress once more.