Of voices and words

With every word clothed

And wrapped in woollens,

Coming from a hypnotic voice

Without a body or a face,

I guess, I wonder and long for

A wonderful child of trust

To be born to us.

With every question I strip,

Slowly undressing my mind.

Freeing from the clutches

Of distance, doubt

And a weak chain of thoughts

Transported from my past.

With every breath, I sense

The letting go of a dilapidated branch,

Readying to fall into the lap of destiny�"

An unknown land of voices and words,

Where children of love run naked,

Baring their body, their soul

To an alien heart.

And then I ask, “Don't I already know you?”

Reviews

[SprunkedAlien]

Great poem, vivid imagery. Nice ending.

[Raja]

Speechless!!!!!!!!!!


R