Voiceless.
There exists silence not found by sound,
..........
in the heart of a desert or deep
under oceans
...........
where, mutely profound,
voiceless vibrations intend to be given
full hearing for
destined truth their presence propounds
...........
thus when two
human souls meet fate and exchange
first rapt greetings
they commit, tho' not aloud by belief
in silent speaking
to transfer desire of twin-flame feelings
..........
knowing love's
secret whispers never need sound.
- Author: Fay Slimm. ( Offline)
- Published: June 11th, 2020 03:35
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Comments7
Hmmm always was a bit of a dilemma for me, these speechless transmissions. I'm asking myself does she fancy me as much as i fancy her... why isn't she waving a flag at me.... is it just my lusty ego saying she does.... and before you know it i've realised i'm too shy and chickened out of the whole thing.
Secret whispers? I must be in need of a hearing aid!
Ha - - we never quite know how things are going romantically without a sign or two - or as you state D.A, - - a hearing aid !!
Thank you peto for your visit and read of Voiceless.
A fine write Fay.
Thank you Orchi.
feel it, read it, live it.. who needs a voice anyway
Neville
Oh how I agree................. x
Of course there is silent-speak. Its a raising of an eyebrow, a roll of the eyes, a nod of the head, a licking of the lips, etc. They meet and never speak and live happily ever-after. To some silence is golden. There is a wavelength above audible that destiny enlivens when lovers meet.
What a great thought and wonderful poem. Fay you've done it again.- Phil A.
Sending a big thank you Phil for your in-put to the intriguing subject and for your lovely support of my humble efforts with words.
So equisitely expressed and so true. True love shouts when just the sight of each other makes the heart flutter, or when just holding hands send ripples up ones spine, and......
Those silences can be so profound and can show so much love between you.
Andy
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