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Monday, April 16, 2012

Still, Small Voice

(18Jan2012)

Your whisper is carried by the breeze of silence
Enduring even in voices of agitation
A riveting hymn of my fullness
Kindled by the streams of your presence

Do not drop, I beseech
Forbid not your speech, I plead
A thirsty soul do not forbear
Flood your twang, give no space for air

Breathe unto the frozen shadows of terror
To rip the strings of tears and melancholic bows
Hum your dancing notes
Let it ride in the waves
Reach for my yearning ears, the sweet music of your crest and troughs

Oh! How wonderful are the tales of your tongue
Each word thumps, my heart jumps
Sing to me your thoughts
Sing to me, sing to me

I am a captive of your symphony
A hunter of your cadence
Resound, resound
Seize each streak that my heart radiates.

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