The Voice Of Her Dreams
She hears with her heart
She sees with her soul
She knows what is glitter
She knows what is gold.
For she loves the tall mountains
And the sways of the seas
The touch of a sun beam
And the dance of the trees.
In the beauty she finds there
Perfect peace, hidden truth
In the vines, she's untangled
In the sky, she finds roots.
There are no rarer creatures
Than the ones that can hear
When the world stops it's groaning
And the silence draws near.
In the silence, she listens
To the forests and streams
To the mountains and meadows
And the voice of her dreams.
©by Voo
To Mountain Woman
March 30, 2008
1:43 a.m.
Listen To Me Now And Hear Me Later
It's hard, I know, to hear what I'm saying
You're listening so intently to what I'm not.....
And staring into my eyes like you've never seen a man
With his heart in his eyes before....
I can hear you thinking.....
Like a lock tumbling numbers
In a bank vault security system
You're thinking: Can I trust this fool?
Can I believe anything he's telling me?
Can I love him?
Oh yeah, I can hear you
Can you hear me?
My heart is beating so fast and furiously
That I can hardly hear myself speak.
I hear myself saying words that I heard
Somewhere once in a dream,
Last night's comedy routine at Funnybone's',
Last week's rom-com movie of the week...
Words....
Spilling out. Out. Out of me. My soul.
Look, I say and you freeze and then melt as I whisper:
Listen to me now and hear me later
Later...everything I say will make sense. I promise.
Either that or this moment never happened
This moment here...in this deafening silence
With one of us babbling and one of us is listening
I no longer know which one.........
I just listen to you listening
And I'm hoping you will hear.
©by Voo
November 13, 2004
4 p.m.
based on something a man
said to me once.....
