Thursday, January 27, 2011

Listen






Shh.
Can you hear it?
Heavier than light, lighter than air;
It kisses the water, rippling its surface.
Carried by the wind, its highest notes bounce off the edges of the heavens
Coming back to us in
Hums.

Be still.
Can you feel it?
It speads over your body like warmth.
Dappled sunlight that lingers on your lips,
Inching its way toward your tired heart,
Envoloping you
Revival.

There.
Can you taste it?
Sometimes salty, always sweet.
It hangs in the air afterwards, a breath of its former self.
Leaving a longing on your tongue,
That can be traced to your fingertips
Clinging.

Hush.
Can you smell it?
It's fresher than fresh, huskier than husk.
It fills your lungs,
Resting there,
Replenishing you.
Breathe.

Look.
Can you see it?
(Even the blind can see this.)
It's everywhere, everything.
It's timeless, it's age-old.
It's colours that swim, their consistencies mixed,
Undefinable.

Shh.




Listen.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

please, who is on the eleven image in your menu? Women. mad. THANKS.

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I can't good English, I know :)

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Melee said...

Oh, this is perfectly ethereal. I think listening is so very important... it does help you just become more aware of everything. <3

Jade said...

This is a perfect poem! It is so light & meditative. Reminds me to be still, instead of rushing around. :-)