.
Listen to my silence
that murmurs through these leaves
listen to this unwritten song.
.
Much is heaped between these lines
risen without mouth
silted up in the underground.
.
Listen to my paper-thin silence
that is gone with the wind
through the trees.
.
Hear my voice
at the curve of your mouth
earthlydark.
.
~ Jos Steegstra
.
The heart knows
-
The specific forms that love take in our lives arise and pass in time, for
this is the way of form. Time is the great dissolver. But love itself is
that w...
15 hours ago