Friday, April 10, 2009

Vanished



My voice at times vanishes,

Buried in a question, or

Caught in a crevice of my heart.

Sometimes struggling to be freed

As a moth from a cocoon.

At times stretched like a hand

To hold the expanse and depth

Of the ocean - grasp the wind.

My voice sometimes vanishes

In the immeasurable

Distance between myself

And the other - as I listen.

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