You see me…

Your hand upon my face Is a balm to my soul. Each gentle caress Speaks so loudly that My cheek tingles long after Your touch moves on. You see me with the tips of your fingers. With my voice, my words, I paint the world in the colours and imagination Of a visual childhood you … Continue reading You see me…

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For me there is no sound

  For me, there is no sound. Your tender voice bounces off Vacant walls of crumbling plaster. Silence is an empty canvas where The paint of your voice never sticks. Your eyes tell me Things I really need to know. The soul’s windows; Reflections of life and love, Despair and Delight, Weaving the threads of … Continue reading For me there is no sound