Monday, November 21, 2005

The Way To The Centre

When you wake
you’ll think of the things you couldn’t say


Listen to the rain
in your voice

Words are bound
to fall



I tell you
the story about distances

their
gentle removal



If words are roads
then tell me why they confuse the way

blind to the sights
of silence

ever walking away
from that which keeps me here


1 comment:

Michelle M. Buchanan said...

Really love this poem.