|Listen. That's all I have to say. I have
nothing to say, but I want you to listen.
To my breath trying to speak, to pave
a way to some thought that might glisten
rather than simply be, inert on the floor
of my brain, ordinary as a stain
that lies beside the refrigerator door.
It holds no music, is worth no refrain.
Listen. The nothing I speak, the closed lock
shines with caring for you. I wouldn't try
if it didn't matter. I'd try to throw a rock
if you were closer. Instead I toss a sigh.
Hear me when I speak and say nothing.
The silence is my love in pauper's clothing.
Last edited on Wed Jun 8th, 2011 04:57 pm by Alan