from the whispers in the sleeping sand
as if images half there
were caught by a photograph
on a strong air
as if an invisible golden frame
embraced the world
or was it the arms of a loving god
as if a bare anticipation soared high
like your eyes in the middle of a smile
before the reason overcomes
oh the fabric of your music
makes my soul cry
even though you hear no tear
yet the f minor key prevails
white crushing waves
old human fear
you must have been there
Being a human is an awesome thing. Being able to name the awesomness of it all - sends my mind veering dangerously and beautifully ...
Naming the Invisible is my life long challenge ... words which live, describe life and eventually impart life ...
Eliza Davies, 2011.
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