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