March 20, 2008

the emerald green

reflected in my eyes does not tell stories.

the grey stripes
of a cat black and white does not tell lies.

the hunger
growling deep down does not keep quiet.

the sleep
crawling up close behind does not ask permission.

the voice
I know is not a fairytale sings silently the words I need

the voice
I know is not a fairytale makes sure to pronounce so I understand

the voice
I know is not a fairytale makes me sing without asking

I sing to you
as you sing to me

I sing for you
as you sing for me

My feet feel like walking
My hands feel like playing
My voice feels like whispering

The voice I know is not a fairytale,
tell me more

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