Madison Balmont Poet I do not know?

In a Language Not of Words

Every day I awaken
To meet a strange and curious girl.
I cannot possibly recognise her assessment,
So I am cautious...

Initially, she appears timid,
With a reticent stance,
Yet sports an absolute
Confidence.

She doesn't let me in at first,
Giving short
And vacant
Responses.
With an expressionless countenance.

I examine her familiar eyes,
Avid to explore the depths of her eloquent mind.

Speaking through me,
Her righteous manner strikes familiarity.
And in a language not of words,
Our thoughts flow parallel.

I lay in slumber,
Comfortably embraced.
She holds me in reverence,
Protective of my entity.

She doesn't sleep.
She is my unconsciousness.


~Written in 2003 (Sunday, 21st, December) when I was fifteen.

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Madison Balmont February 8, 2009 at 3:02 AM Thank you very much, Wathuto. I am glad to share my poetry with you. This is actually quite a personal one, and I still very much relate to this piece, even though I am now twenty.

Wathuto Pearl David February 8, 2009 at 2:34 AM This is totally awesome! Wathuto