Inches away from you Never there but ever present As your breath is lifted up unto the heavens
Elevated is the air upon your words Escalated, the anticipation of your voice Among the noise
Where the only scene to see is peace Held quietly in reverie And respect for your mere presence
Find with ease The smile of the self-reveals A quietness of hearts appeal
Not to be seen But to seek the conversation speak And to peak the words of interesting
Mere inches now away from me With no voice let to find the time Or threnodic melody
Don’t let me down My inward voice Speak
My articulation often fails me because I secretly want it to fail (so as not to try again). But still, when she walks by, this is what I often hear. Inspired by Goldmunds - Threnody | https://youtu.be/mdEuCRiW2l0