Do I have bells inside me? I listen to them echoing towards me through the houses & over the roofs. I breathe in their solid sound, deeply & am suddenly filled with water. I close my eyes & watch the waves grabbing at the shores of my inlands; softly scratching at the beach stones, making them roll & gurgle. I don’t hear so well underwater & I wonder: Does love come from the outside or from within? And what if it comes only from within? I fear, then, for my empty ears (without bells) & the returning low tide. ... I long for love to come like the bells, unbidden: Ringing from the outside to wake me, to vibrate in me, to echo & move in me (like the water) & come out of me, singing! ... I lie quietly & watch & listen, & try to make the outside match the in. From 'Me', in You. me & the others
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Bonamy
4/22/2016 11:45:04 pm
What gentle play on resonance.
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charmaime
4/23/2016 01:17:37 pm
Hey Bons! Thanks. Not planned like that you know. Just comes out the way it comes out...I liked it too.
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