Sunday, March 6, 2016

Voices


I can sing if I really think hard
And concentrate
My voice a water fall
Covering the smoothed stones

Of blue eyed lakes
Reflecting our fondness for life
The air is cold, my tear drops
Pearls down my frozen face

Each pearl falls to my chest
The heart tears a slice
As it is only of flesh and blood
The tear turns red

I can use my voice
To tell you it hurts
Experience the falls
Inside out the tear splashes

Across the paper
We drown our voices
In the blue lakes

Or send those pearls into the sky.


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