The Way You Talk When You Don't Say
A thing
I listen to your voice; it flows,
it bends around the curves,
thoughts come and fly,
belong in whispers,
the times when your eyes speak
make me believe
there's hope
to feel, sing,
and to find
under the veil of twilight,
behind mountains of doubt,
talking to you doesn't have to bring sound,
in love
I have the way,
in happy wishes,
I find grace.
***
Somewhere inside this rainbow
or the next,
your voice reminds me
of the times,
when I felt I was not enough,
when I thought I should stop, give up,
each time you lifted me,
I found myself,
I saw a second chance,
if that was one ending,
there was also beginning
gliding on your words.
***
A voice I've known all this time,
walking by my side
or unseen,
I've felt you long before
I knew your face.
***
Caressing sounds are home
to me, you can't grow old,
or different,
what I saw that first day,
stays in a mirror
it belongs
in feeling,
in hail,
or on sunny afternoons,
spirit plays in our garden,
no shade comes close
when I have you
to have
and hold,
now, the next second,
tomorrow always comes
at the right time.
***
Flying with you
is going home,
if I float or stand still,
there is no other place,
I long to be,
in heart,
wand of another's fate
mine to believe,
mine to unfold,
one way, ours,
the path we make
is filled with love
of new horizons.
***
No other heart can reach,
no song rings louder in the dark
than your words,
those I love,
when you don't say
a thing.
***
© 2022 Amy Christie
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About the Creator
Amy Christie
Passionate writer and journalist, striving to create meaningful connections.
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