I would write, speak and sing
all of dreams
and their hold,
and their shouts
in a quiet surrounding.
I would write, speak and sing
all of flowers;
anthurium, and its gentle flame.
I would write, speak and sing
all of swords, and their unsheathing,
all of wounds, and how I'd heal.
everything.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
I would write, speak and sing
all of dreams
and their hold,
and their shouts
in a quiet surrounding.
I would write, speak and sing
all of flowers;
anthurium, and its gentle flame.
I would write, speak and sing
all of swords, and their unsheathing,
all of wounds, and how I'd heal.
everything.
"I hear your voice, the moon sang."
