drifting leaf

a journey...of moments...of discovery...of the colours of emotion...of the design of nature... to a place unknown...yet known...a place within...yet far away... between the realms of the earth and the sky... between reality and dreams... just a leaf...one lonely leaf...drifting...but always moving...

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Words Only...

As she wrote in her book of poems, she remembered him…how do you write about someone with whom you have made very few memories…no walks on the beach…no rendezvous’ …she can barely recollect how his voice sounds…has a dim image of him in her mind…no photographs… and certainly no photographs of them together…no stories…no memories that she can depend on…

they never exchanged anything but words….written words that’s all she knows of him…as she stares at the sheets and sheets of words…written not even for her…just given to her…in the lines of words, she looks for his outline…in the words she finds his eyes looking back at her…she hears his laughter and feels his pain…and yet she knows so little of him…he who is now an everyday part of her life…just words between them…more his than her’s…she listens and takes them in and has no words to match his…inadequate…just a silent reader…his words take her far away and sometimes too close to herself…
words that reflect care and concern…words that reveal so much…words that he can lead in a dance to anywhere…capturing her pain even more acutely than she can reveal to him…the words make her smile bounce around like a bubble…delicate, fragile and buoyant…

words that connect them together…
how do you reach someone when you don’t have the words and words are all you really have…

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