Sunday, 25 January 2015

Wordless heart

Wordless heart pries
After our little-lead trailed swerve,
On whispers of winds, tracing a nerve,
We talk on for hours building to be heard,
A garland of strewing, word by word.

Until our brittle-borne claimed flight,
Of ceasing a day or meanings by night,
Unmoved,  unshaken,  spotless and clear
Facing the truths we happen to bear.
And we sit stilled gazing, knowing that none,
Word goes farther than where we've begun,
Wishful, indulgent, still hoping our tries,
Will bring to form, what heart pries.


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