Indie Scribe Magazine February 2014 | Page 44

Words spoken

Miss the mark

Good intentions

Give them wings

They fly towards

Yet fall far short

Dashed in

Unheard currents

Words point

To describe

Explanations multiplied

In thermals of confusion

Teach me

The language of silence

Let me learn the alphabet

Of soundlessness

Let me talk to you

In the still spaces of our heart

In the unheard currents

I will speak my love

There between the beating of our heart

My love with find its mark

Speaking in Silence

David Kernohan

Friday, January 10, 2014