without a word
these voices I've known
but never heard
directed at my eye
directly floating by
in the landscape in the
dreamscape
that fills the inner sky.
You speak to my soul
with a voice so mute
that the purity of the message
hides from the words
that pollute
and I take these thoughts
and I mould them
and shape them
into life
and into dance
and from a glance I know
that the golden glow
is stronger than the knife
that threatens the flow
and I speak back to you
in songs of truth
that whisper like wings
silently passing thru
to carry you away
into the depth that swims in you
into the life that gleams in you...
I hear your truth
I hear your truth.