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
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