THEY SPEAK TO ME
They speak to me, Little voices I hear,Echoing off in the night, Echoing my thoughts,
Like my pulse they come in waves,
Closer yet so far away, Then back again,
Volumes they do say, Yet leave me nothing,
Thus I remain, Lost in the dark, Lost in a dream,
From all sides they do whisper,
In one side then out the other,
I bounce off the walls, From floor to ceiling,
There seems to be no difference,
Yet do they speak to me,
Saying things I can not comprehend,
Saying things I don't understand,
It rushes in and flows right back out,
Every little secret they want to share,
Every little tease they never really meant to share,
Just a taste, We hunger for more,
More of what we do not know,
So here I sit, Alone and in the dark, Waiting,
Hoping, Listening for more, They speak to me,
Little voices.......
Richard E. Cartledge PHOENIX 11/27/2010 ©
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