Reading,
Reading you,
Reading me:
Symphonic emotional intelligence,
Words like a violinist.
I carry them with me
Inside my mind applying reality,
The unreality passsing out of me.
The poems speak like see through natures,
The clarity of my discombobulation.
You all become real.
Archives of the souls
Instantaneous connection
Closer than
Touch:
Your words resonance with every
Fiber of my being.
Your words
Invent more words,
Your emotions tie
The world's shoestrings,
The experience shared
Is a reality of musical theatre
And it kills the silence,
The silence of the mind.
Your words are movement,
Be it from a past,
The metaphysical dance,
A kiss of gentle air,
The idea is a life living
Recovering from the enigmatic plague
Of ignorance.
Though I see the bird sing
My heart stops when it I hear it
Through your words;
Connectivity.
Reading is not reading,
It is saying what your silence says,
Art becoming life in an echo of YOU.
The words that I understand:
Yes, the pain is also a gesture of reality,
It lets us know it was real,
Your tears,
Your secrets,
The murmured past,
And as I read it becomes as the
Sun on morning dew.
Beginnings,
Endings,
You become apart of me,
I become part of you,
Not words
But music in the silence.
And the moment will come
When you hear it too:
The poetry:
Crystalline humanity.
I carry your words with me,
They resonate with my very soul.
Thankyou all for sharing.
