my eyes follow line upon line
strips of white in between
strange voices, stretches of silence
I hear them too
they lead me away from my peers -
in among the trees
birches breeding close to me.
knowing all along i can always return
although it won't be the same
*
still we go willingly where silence takes us
as cracks open - briefly -
in all the talking we do
Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 3:11 PM UTC
my eyes follow line upon line
strips of white in between
strange voices, stretches of silence
I hear them too
they lead me away from my peers -
in among the trees
birches breeding close to me.
knowing all along i can always return
although it won't be the same
*
still we go willingly where silence takes us
as cracks open - briefly -
in all the talking we do