Visible
There is no where I could follow, where your words would have been but that they are not. I think, you are sparse in this white of space or dissolved in this black spill of ink. I think, I long for the sound of your thoughts, of how they are recreated in form, that I may move my skin over it and feel it seep into my pores, that I may sigh at the amblings of your mind and come away knowing again of you.
There is no where I could follow, where your voice would not be heard, where your warmth would not be traced, your presence would not be outlined. I think, you are obscured in this chaos or drowned in its demands. I think, I yearn for you changeably; at times audible, at times quiet.
I think, I may not be intended to be where you are in some phases. But that I do ask from the wind- trusting its clairvoyance- that every now and again, all slows and subsides and we become visible.
Listening to : Kissing You - Des'ree
There is no where I could follow, where your voice would not be heard, where your warmth would not be traced, your presence would not be outlined. I think, you are obscured in this chaos or drowned in its demands. I think, I yearn for you changeably; at times audible, at times quiet.
I think, I may not be intended to be where you are in some phases. But that I do ask from the wind- trusting its clairvoyance- that every now and again, all slows and subsides and we become visible.
Listening to : Kissing You - Des'ree