I sing

I sing
I sing
each time I speak
the melodies of words tumble
rumble, bubble up and mumble
as rivers from the quivers of my soul give birth to streams
to streams into the forests of your dreams
your dreams’ threshold at your ears
your ears, the words you hear bespell as babbling brook over smoothed stones on summer’s
eve

this song I sing
I sing!
each time I speak
from lips, breathing
un rhythme syllabique
timber, tones, vibrations
dramatiques
to sing, I speak
to sing

 

 

 

Copyright © 2018 A.M. Wilsonne

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