lies the
word.
it resonates
softly, it
whispers
in my ear.
its lover,
silence,
embraces
the word
like thick mist
caressing
golden
coastal slopes.
but this crude song is
a metaphor,
an anxious gong,
a poor imitation,
a mockingbird.
patiently,
the word
resists
all explanation.
it just simply
is.
(3 Sept. 2010)
word.
it resonates
softly, it
whispers
in my ear.
its lover,
silence,
embraces
the word
like thick mist
caressing
golden
coastal slopes.
but this crude song is
a metaphor,
an anxious gong,
a poor imitation,
a mockingbird.
patiently,
the word
resists
all explanation.
it just simply
is.
(3 Sept. 2010)