There isn't --
A thought
To ponder
Too cold
Too harsh
There isn't --
A voice
To listen
Nor to beckon
Too silent
Too mute
There isn't --
A melody
Of warmth
Nor brassy
Tenor's notes
To sooth
This away
Too quiet
Too deaf
Thick as walls
Rigid as brick
There's nothing
Only air
Frozen whistling
Disembodied
Unresponsive
To touch.
By Lady Lost
Copyright � 2002
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