| Are they there? It�s all quiet here, The words come softly. First they float and cloud your vision, and then they glisten like dew drops on the breath in front of your voice. They flit and soar on unheard of heights. It�s hard to imagine them ever falling. Can you hear their increasing exhilaration as they realize you�re following them? You lift and glide with their spirits in the clouds. Trilling softly, sounding like content birds, they bathe your ears with light, while some alight on your eartips and sit. They flap their wings, Then lay softly down amidst your fingers and toes�free. Quiet, they�re quiet, uncertain of you still. Are you aware of their hesitations? Tripping and jumping, rising then falling, they�re nervous but there. They wait there before you, ready for rejection. What will you say? What will you do? What will you reply when he says that he loves you? |