He speaks his language in a soft tongue and voice
His alphabet undecipherable
Yet nothing guttural gutters forth to my ear
No words I cannot bear to hear-
Mere symmetries escape his lips
That draw me near to hear his unknown words
As he holds my hand over his heart
As he meanders with me.
I speak my words with a new array
Each one flows with a heartbeat
What can I say?
This new language is stunning me to
An unknown place with peace without rhyme-
As it murmurs us into parts of the other
His language becomes understandable...
Not decipherable and yet
a beautiful poem..a simile of love unspeakable language...nice write....10
Ooh...sourcy Ms Jenkinson! Absence, obviously makes someones heart fonder in the pool of possibilities...language is such a wonderful thing huh? Winking at you, Tai, a deciphering holic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Best wishes for you both Linda. Sid