Wednesday, February 9, 2011


Photo Credit: April Lindfors


I have heard the things you never said

each syllable not whispered

you make no sound

yet I hear your voice

loud and clear


I have heard the song you never sang

that melody not attempted

pure as snow

yet hot like fire

its harmony


I have seen the space between the bars

of that cage that can’t imprison

a tiger lives there

trapped somehow

by the freedom

he's envisioned

I’ve slid through the space

between the bars

I’ve said the words unstated

I”ll sing the songs

your heart composed

until you become


No comments: