WORDS

WORDS

I hear you whisper,
words so warm
and alive.
Burying them deep
into my heart.
Opening the window
to my soul,
fathoming my feelings,
so raw, so real.

Wanting to dive into the
winds of chance,
Echoing the silence
of the vacuum I'm
cacooned into.
Never wanting to leave.

A metamorphois of life,
a butterfly, struggling
to be free.
Fluttering its wings, its
colours,
Making the most of its time,
my time.
Your voice comes back to me,
I stir, and your words are gone,
upon awakening.


c 2005 Saxonlass (BF)