The Words We Wisp Alone - Poem by Sean Godley
Without my eyes I watch the waning world,
Seeing dark in light, and life in death,
Without my ears I hear the dreaming hurled
From failing throats, and nature’s songs, in breath,
Prick skin to feel the dryness of the day.
Wet hands caress a fleshy, broken bone;
I smell the sweetest meat in time's decay,
I taste, in swelling crowds, that we're alone.
As waning music holds the undertows,
I wonder, is there more than senses mesh?
Some senseless form that cries beside our woes?
True tears may fall like unfelt petal’s flesh.
Perhaps the words we wisp alone are shared,
Perhaps we’re watched; embraced, and hope is spared.
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