Blink of the phone
splutter of the tune
brings my voice to you
I reach into the background
of my mind
answering the questions
my words left behind.
Gold of sunshine
pure of rain
like a compass
pointing to what I want to say:
These feelings are too hard
to describe
like filling an ocean with butterflies
like reading a book in the dark
or melting away my simple doubts.
but my face says it all.
my smile says it all.
my dreams say it all.
The sound of your voice
in the dark
brings to mind
what can't be taken apart.
