Welcomed by wires
Vocals and vibrations
Timbres, tones, tunes
To create the sounds
That whisper sonnets in the air
Healing the hearts of broken lovers
And curing loneliness through the creation
Of a unity of individuals.
Walking miles in their shoes-
Traversing treacherous terrains.
No haven in view,
But we keep walking-
I keep walking
Despite blisters brimming with blood.
Regardless of where you’re heading
I shall follow.
Self inflicted punishments
Punishing a wounded soul.
Soulfully devoting kindness
Kindly protecting others
Otherwise left forgotten and alone…
Alone in abandonment…
Abandoned, with long forgotten hope,
Hopelessly she falls
Falling toward an invisible self.
There was a man that spoke in sonnets
A language native to my yearning ear
We shared our secrets in permanent ink
And laughed at trivial reality.
There was a man that spoke in fragments
Broken language here and there
He talked and talked as I listened
And silently loved him in my dreams.