By sinneD (sinned@digitelone.com)
Date: 9 November 2000
i listen
in the stillness of dusk when the sound of the land
is a melody still free from the noise of the world
i listen
to the voice that's been trying hard to be heard
it speaks about you, about everything you do
and paints you in words lost to me long ago
i listen
and their meanings come back but i refuse them so
softly, just barely, i hear it inside me
through the walls built from another time
i listen
insistently speaking about you in a rhyme
and the poet in me woke up from its slumber
the romantic begun to rose from its sleep
i listen
to your name being spoken from somewhere so deep
but the critic of love, the me who can't trust
the me who still feels the sadness and pain-
i listen-
the me who rules me uses its authority again
and so the voice from inside, the voice that's now heard
the voice from me, a long neglected part-
i listen-
heard, but i won't understand it yet, my heart.
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