the drop and the Ocean... TWO
Way alone
Perhaps
Far from home
At last
You once
Came
To find
That silent name
You’ve used to have
That piece
Of silent
Melody
That voice
Among
Hours
And
Time
As
It
Used to be
Synthony
Harmony
The voices unheard
You have heard before
Inside
You
Beyond
Me
That echo
Trembling
Surrounding
Everything
That essential
Chord
To be stringed
With gentle touch
With simple
And humble
Being
Not too far
Not too high
Even in the deep
Perhaps
Too much
To become
Clean
Cristal clear
In your memory
Overwhelming
As you sleep
That gentle embrace
Over the Human race
When a baby
Knows enough
To feel
That gentle touch
To look
In your eyes
Being blind
To anything else
You may
Have left
Behind…
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