If ever time were passing by
as clouds perambulate the sky,
I'd love your voice within my ear
to sense that there were someone near.
And yet, if I could never hear
the whispered words of one so dear,
Would I be less than I am here
no words within my mind to clear?
As time doth ever pass me by,
as clouds perambulate the sky,
As shines the sun,
reflects the moon,
And water flows,
and wind doth blow,
I long to hear your voice,
you know.
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I've been to degrees of self-doubt within
that tasted of anger and horror and sin.
I've wandered in longing for places unshown
and hungered unsated for savors unknown.
I've been to the Valley of Innermost Doubt
and heard myself mute while I felt myself shout.
I've listened in valleys for echoes unsung,
for echoes reply, but initiate none.
And I've searched for the melody deeply within
whose rapture could conquer this echoless din.
I've screamed in my silence and covered my ears
and listened for noises bemuffled by tears.
But I've seen in the shadow of colorless fear
the glimpse of a rainbow, the taste of a tear.
And I've heard in an echo as faint as a moan,
a beautiful song that I'd swear was my own.
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