You Are Special
First we construct words:
simple, complex, love-words.
A game becomes real
with every word,
that starts to build a new poem:
a fraction of life—
in another life—
here and there, far or close together.
I wanted the night to come early—
depending on words hungry for invention.
I can't hear you,
but words can say,
a thousand times,
that this voice
was a part of you.
I learn the blind silence,
in steps of vowels,
every morning—
happy to be in another life,
somehow, somewhere…
You know you are forever special
in my mind and soul.
I love you.
The cold spring comes
early this year,
with hope for flowers,
windy songs of birds,
and poetry.
Copyright © Daniela Voicu | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment