Friday, March 10, 2006

Words tumble playfully, bounce into my mind and dance
along to a soundless tune that becomes your theme,
Looking forward to the end of day when obligations are fulfilled
and time belongs to me.
Melancholy mumbles in my ear, but he’ll never know how much it means,
Never sees the sunbeams for me when he appears,
His words tickle me again, and I find I’m laughing,
Such a strange sound, I’d forgotten what its like,
And my tough, dried out mind does not break, brittle
as I always thought it would,
but soaks up every word and softly grows.


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