Was after all life Hi-Fi,
Fate was deep sound.
At the word "rest"
I fell on the ground.
I lay ribs
And wiggled his elbows.
I mentally flew
And remembered all parts.
I make movies.
I don't need a script.
Shakespeare, of course, William.,
But he's a humanitarian.
Love is written and spoken in a foreign language
Strange, new, and undiscovered
Once it is recognized becomes easy to learn
Anyone can be taught the language of love
It takes time
Some study for years, never fully understanding what it means
Never fluent in caring
Reaching out to others
Some souls only comprehend the language of lips
Not of our hearts
How true this still is
Verbalizing out her interests
She planned to play with every insecurity,
learning, growing and blooming
with every opening.
She just had to take a chance
for the possibility.
Event hough she was dubious and stuttering.
But soon there would be rhythm and fluency
and there she would find unity in
His words are fluid yet languid until
he changes tongues and becomes another
person entirely. His sounds become strong
and incomprehensible as he weaves
his way from language to language, dialect
to dialect. He is the manager
of worlds, the linguist. In his mind, his original
language is not his, for he is only
relaxed when amongst the foreign nature
of other languages. The rasping, uncommon
tongue of home is not comforting to him
anymore, so he will rapidly intake
other places until he finds another
sound that resonates within him.
~~ Take me anywhere away from home. ~~
Rippling clear surface,
Fluent and bold and mighty,
calm and powerful.
— The End —