27 November 2010

Fey


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There are moments when I hear 
what isn’t said; like silence shouting
louder than the sounds surrounding
ways where words articulate

I heed the warp and weft of phrases
susurration, tintinnabulations ever
present bare my inner ears and
ring in tune with what occurs

Your whispers soothing weals of
conscience dread – choruses inflect
a calming timbre to a timeless tune
in harmony where I am lead

And then I see your widened eyes
when I unconsciously reply to words
you’ve yet to say, how did you know..?..
you breathe in fey amaze
© 12 July 2010, I. D. Carswell