In Silence
I will be a rounded pebble,
a piece of wood,
the wind.
Merely being, I will wait
until you reach for me
and roll me in your hand
and feel the smoothness of my stone,
until you trace my flank
of wood, knowing my grain,
until you feel a soft breeze
across your face and taste
my kiss in the wind.
I cannot unpaint nature
or veil the speckled madness of the stars.
Merely being, I will wait,
silence making me whole
until you reach for me.
© 2009 joanielind
a piece of wood,
the wind.
Merely being, I will wait
until you reach for me
and roll me in your hand
and feel the smoothness of my stone,
until you trace my flank
of wood, knowing my grain,
until you feel a soft breeze
across your face and taste
my kiss in the wind.
I cannot unpaint nature
or veil the speckled madness of the stars.
Merely being, I will wait,
silence making me whole
until you reach for me.
© 2009 joanielind
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