Poetry by Jeff Green

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Meetings

by cricketjeff on March 29, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The air that I breathe is poetry, 
          the sounds that I see are the same
The sights of the sounds that will set me free,
          are too feral for language to tame
The sounds of the world as it passes in verse,
          are the sounds that are beating inside
So I just close my eyes so the sights are in sound
          and their music is never denied

I listen for you in the sounds of the world
          for your voice as it calls out to me
The words that you paint in your visions of verse
          Are reflections of how life should be
So now that I know that our worlds are the same
            Though I see mine in sound not in sight
I can look at the stars and the moon as it shines
            And can know that we’re meeting tonight