Your words flow over me in waves
Caught in the undertow
I am there in between
Rolling thoughts and crested memories
Rising and disappearing
With my breath
I hear with the pores of my skin,
See with the tips of my fingers,
Speak with a silence only I could know
Or so I thought until now
Soft and agonizing trails left with each day
Passing and left by each wave
Fall over me, fall through me
Ripples barely seen
Still felt deeply and move me beyond
Wearing away the stone exterior
To what lays within
~
12.05.06
Leigh-Anne Tyson
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