Listening With The Heart Poem by Mari Martin

The words are sometimes silent
and yet I hear a song
the melody of it's meaning rings
a haunting peal to which belong
a heart so hidden from all who seek
to find the part of him that's weak.

In words do I hear his voice sing out
to some it attacks as if to shout.
To others it is but a fleeting sound.
To me a melody inside I found.
Dark of meaning it tells it's tale
with black it's color in hidden veil
dense the fog that lingers in
lessened air so very thin.

Inside a cavern I awoke
wrapped in the soft scent of his cloak
which rends me weak if I let it consume
like walls to close in a darkened room.
And yet I breath with little air
fed to my lungs in secrecy there.
Inside the cavern his heart I found
by listening to words within the sound.

So softly I hear his music playing
a song within me, I hear it saying
'The brightness of my soul you have set free.
How come you here to awaken me? '
Wings of silken black arise
lifting high to meet the skies
folding the brightness of the moon
into the darkness that will come too soon.

So shines there in the blackness of night
one small beam of knowing light
that follows him hence where ere he goes
Listening with a heart he forever knows.