A Loner's Heart Dances in the Ink
The sky's nose is pressed to the window of a loner's heart
Knowing something dances in the bottom
And it stands in front of him
Nothing in life shows what a loner really feels
More than that fountain of ink
Whispering from her pen
Still the sky wonders if there is anything really there
Or if a loner's heart is merely full
Of emptiness dancing bare
You can see the sky's ear pressed ever so closely
Against the window of a loner's heart
Listening to the pulsing beat
Knowing something wondrous dances in the bottom
That is timeless, yet still he wonders
If it only dances in the ink
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
Oh, that touched a nerve. Lovely words: .. the sky's ear pressed ... against the window of a loner's heart So meaningful.
ReplyDeleteoh Neva..."You can see the sky's ear pressed ever so closely...Against the window of a loner's heart
ReplyDeleteListening to the pulsing beat"...gorgeous!
very nice. there is something there it is just often left hidden behind false machoism
ReplyDeleteCan really relate to this one as it seems I express myself so much better with the written word. Have often thought of myself as inarticulate, but told I am wrong. In the process of writing the mind and heart has a way of expressing itself not available in a verbal exchange. I am sure your feel the same.
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