Love is always heard

I hold a small poem
in my arms,
quiet and still

Leaning in,
I feel warm breath
coming from dreams of earth

Suddenly and softly
eyes open wide –
and my eyes, the sky,
open wider,
and rain love gently

When poems are alive
you can feel them,
whether they make sense or not

Like infants who hear the love
behind the words

So I talk on, sure and soft,
knowing my words will not be lost

Knowing love is always heard

(Simon Williams, 26.12.2012)

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