A burning passion
Shapes my spirit
Setting my throat on fire,
I feel liquid contour and bend from within me
Forming an outline to my heart,
The place where my life is sustained
I feel the earth shake around me
Trembling, I touch your face
You are silent
With those wide set eyes, you move me
How did it happen,
That my heart is loud, but my mind is silent
Your legs move, you run past me
And yet it turns out that in reality you are only walking
How did the silence of the atmosphere around us turn SO silent all of a sudden?
As if we are trapped in a moment that can never leave us,
Where is the loudness that consumes an ordinary day?
Traffic moving and people hastily crossing the streets…
The Babbling of languages in giving everyday directions…
The news that comes on CNN…