One Voice

Old poems/New posts inspired by new articles on poetry soup One Voice Wandering through words I know its all been told before Language an ancient whore I use as if I might With some particular genius Spit black and white And make us all aware Of what we always knew However true That I don't care For distance and silence ---Too cold-- I'm not so bold To think I know What I'm doing here What you experience All done with a mirror A trick of the tale Any words will fail To be real Between us They let me feel That minds can meet Beyond our pain So I am without choice In my sadness somehow complete When all becomes one voice Calling in the rain.