The Sound Of Me Calling
Some days I dream Dreams
-Of me speaking in unknown tongues
Seeking connection to a power
beyond my tiny brain. The words from my
tongue: ever so fervent. My own consciousness acknowledges the absence of any
effort on my weakened vessel. And I wake up filled with satisfaction. Something
I do not deserve.
Some days, I'm in and out of sleep.
Whispering silent prayers, forming no actual words. Midway, I tell myself to
speak up. For a silent lip is a busy heart.
Sometimes I do, sometimes I get lost in the wanderings of my own
heart. I’ m only human I conclude and one
who has never failed to see the light of this World. Not at my lowest when my
living had less value than filthy rags.
On better days, I'm on my knees;
openly loving you and feeling the warmth.
Wetting your extended hands with my
tears because there's no one I'd rather share them with. Asking questions I'm
not ready to have answered. And you tell
me; that However I do, whatever I say, all of your fancy in my existence is the
sound of me calling.
Lionel of literature! Thumbs dear. More ink to your pen
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