The
Bird keeps singing his song
As I approach the tree
So sweet
The melody.
I stop and close my eyes to listen
Appreciatively
Letting this music swirl around me.
And I open my eyes
In spring sun glare
Taking a few steps closer.
He stays unafraid
And his song is all I hear
Now amidst this chaos in my mind.
Forgetting human language for a time
I am steady.
There we
Are in the center of this storm.
The signals we emit rise above
The chaos.
Hidden frequencies interpreted by
Our
Primordial senses
Underneath it all;
Through it all.
Eyes closed,
We find one another
Once again.
Flowers.
Sunrise upon a face,
Sunset upon a heart.
The eyes in silence,
The arms in chaos.
The obsessions,
The anxiety
Relentless in my mind.
Breathing, breathing
Keeping time.
Because of all the discord and chaos
Surrounding me
As a child
I learned to listen beyond what I heard.
And I learned to delve into deep and quiet Places
Observing.
Unnoticed to go untouched.
Adults. Objects thrown with insults. Hits leaving bruises; drawing blood. Trembling tears.
And
What I heard and saw
There
Was hearts breaking.
Chole Into Diamonds 