Words

Silence. I don’t sleep,

not really, not deep,

Silence wakes me up, not only me

but also the question I have for thee.

 

While the morning penetrates the night,

sunbeams cast shadows as best they might,

Unbound and in between I sway.

I want to ask you, ask you today .

 

Flows of words carry away

everyday’s life in that I stay.

Your voice slightly quiet I hear,

nothing will ever replace it my dear.

 

Merely the vibrations of my own voice I miss,

When I am saying the words, the words of bliss.

Diffidently I may plead,

but my word is my bond – indeed!

 

As my sign of deepest honesty I shall bring

pure words and a golden ring.

Enchanted your eyes may sparkle and blink.

Eventually – in my arms you sink.

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