Who's there?
I thought
That I heard someone sigh.
Why do you trust me
To translate what I see,
What I feel?
How can I put into words
Those things that I see
But barely understand.
Where are the words
To describe the rain,
To describe the moon?
What's the point, anyway?
Thoughts spoken hide
Feelings unspoken.
When did I get on this path
With a hundred ways to say something?
I'm still tap-tap along, blindly searching:
The soft rain whispered
"Drink me quickly, I'm soon gone."
Dust barely disturbed.
The veiled moon whispered
"Drink me quickly, I'm soon gone."
Dreams barely disturbed.
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Updated: 11:35 AM GMT on August 25, 2011
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