Resounding and Ceaseless
Ode to the fated period before the profession.
By Oak MountainPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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The space is pregnant
Churning with verbage unspoken and yearning to be heard
Pulsing words pass with drumming heartbeats
Chasing the weighted pauses of this lawless distance
Waves entranced to the melodies of gasps and sighs
Rising sparks light up our eyes when the need to speak submits
and dies
I hear you in the silence
Your thoughts graze my mind with softness and ease
Its often I see exactly what you mean
Often I feel your heart gleam when you know that I know, without speech
Let's leave this void unbreached
and seek resolve in dissolution
Move to evolve beyond confusion
As to drop into ease
and when this silence ceases
and the long built tension releases
Please listen as my heart preaches a resounding and ceaseless
I love you.
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