palad1n

11 Feb 2007

I speak, and the world hears none of it.

I listen, and there is only the sound of the river.

I look, and the sky seems poised to fall.

I wonder, and dreaming welcomes me.

I jump, and I am above the world a second.

I cry, and I am stared at by strangers.

I speak again, and I understand it, now.

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

Comments (2)

Your words consistently astonish me. Everything you write is so beautiful.

Comment by Jurgen Nation — 22 Feb 2007 @ 5:27 pm
Thanks much!

Comment by John H. Doe — 22 Feb 2007 @ 5:44 pm