Friday 26 August 2011

No Sound

I wish these words were mine

Instead they belong to me
Some quiet child inside
Fading, unseen

The cave is warm and small
The stars are painted here
Someday I’ll feel my worth
Someday near

Sit with me a while
I’ll even let you speak
You’ll want to say your piece
Soon
No warrior I know is weak
           
            Lay with me tonight
            The sky is painted here
            I love myself
I promise
            I’ve painted every tear

           
There is no sound
           

I remain yours,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist

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