Silently
Silently
By Dave Stinnett
We are silent people, really, and I often listen close
to what my body, in it's silent way, can say
my skin has never talked to me but speaks of years gone by
and my hair is working quietly to gray
my feet and hands are always there, they never say a word,
their toes and fingers really play a part
In the daily task of living, from early morning 'til late at night,
they're lifelong friends, I've had them from the start.
I've never seen beneath my skin but know there's something there
it has a special language of it's own
It tell me things, through aches and pains, and pleasures, oh too few,
and remembers things I'd forgotten that I'd known
It speaks to me in tingles when it likes what it has seen
and tells me when it thinks it's time to go
I think it's so important to respond to what it says
If we didn't, many smiles would not be so.
And recently, I've heard a voice, though silently, within
that said, 'I think that I have been here long ago'
the message from my silent heart, through beats, once slow now fast,
affirms the feelings brainwaves say I know
Silent voices brought me here, and probably you, too,
a journey that I've loved right from the start
you've become a silent part of me, like my fingers and my toes,
and your essence fills the chambers of my heart.
Copyright © Dave Stinnett | Year Posted 2012
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