standing at a window in the nights uncounted
a baby on your shoulder rocking
all those listening faces
all the words written for later
centuries of hours of quiet
a sweepng of the daily
a washing until the clearly
it seems today is all
a face lifting unseen for the sun's kiss
a memory everyone but you is blind to
and the sound of waves
hours upon hours unknown
invisible hearts
only watching
some quiet street and the leaves dancing
how sleeping the pictures flow
how removed from decision there
how another world could be known in sound
or symbol
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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