Sunday, March 04, 2007

The Singer

Colours that you breathe,
Scents that you hear,
Sounds that you see,
Mean little to me,
I cannot sing
The songs you sing.


Pod said...

inc...i loved what you wrote for 'set adrift' i was actually moved to a tear (yes just one). i shall republish the post to include it if you don't mind? let me know ok. thank you thank you thank you!!

etain_lavena said...

LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.....breathing colour,....I love when senses are moved too be what they are suppose to be:)
Your the best:)

floots said...

so right
in love

Sherry Snowdrop said...

Solipsism is spooky. I am constantly striving against it.

It's like the thought of an ever expanding universe, destined for an empty big freeze.

And like Poe's fear of being buried alive. Dark and cold and alone.

Whenever I feel the spark of communication I am enflamed with joy. I feel the miracle.