When you speak
to me
a certain way
I can see the words
Shaped and formed
with wings
of gold
freeing what I’ve heard
When you speak
to me
a certain way
I can taste the wind
Calling forth
my hopes and dreams
— tendered from within
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Past That Place
If words were notes upon a score
would the melody play beyond …
Each phrase a chord, each line a hymn
each paragraph a song
If words could sing harmonic
as their letters drift away
Would music take you past that place
— verse forces you to stay
(The Book Of Prayers: March, 2017)
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