The lover of words

Keeps them in his head

Considers each carefully

its weight, its beauty

before issuing forth,

Wasting not even one

of that precious word

and its worth



The lover of words

Pours them forth

Hides between

the lines that meander

through the recesses of her mind

Relishing the music

the words play

on her soul


How strange then the words come

Not from a tongue they dream in

But a borrowed language

Made to carry

secret wishes

deepest fears


Soulmates from another time and space

Shackled by duty to the here and now

Finding each other in the

soundless words and

wordless sounds

of the heart

novembermoon novembermoon
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1 Response Aug 23, 2014

Wow! Love it xo