Yes...as Dave said, we are hearing the unsaid words.

To some rain is sorrow - the tapping of one's soul.
To others - mystery or memories. Words stir the
emotions from trance-like state to jolting reality.

Thank you both for your in depth understanding and
love of poetic expression. (((hugs)))

Bev

A melody is in the words you speak
And melody itself is like a word
Indeed the word that everyone will hear
Aesthete and villain, child and sage, the same
The nose forgot giraffes beneath the pond
And who among us doubts that she was right?

The rhythm finds where reason's wall is weak
A Trojan horse concealing thoughts absurd
A soothing voice to calm a savage fear
The subtle introduction to a game
Mere verbal ploy to hook up with some blonde
My bitter pills are swallowed with delight

So when I can, I give my words a tweak
It doesn't matter if some meaning's blurred
I only need to draw my quarry near
Come, Moth, I'm masquerading as a flame
I promise visions from the realms beyond
A band of crystal camels is in flight.

skumpfsklub2007

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Taut gaunt haunted face looks back from the mirror
Mind numbed bunged gummed
Creative gears lubricated only by a can of exhausted tears

Too tired for words

I know that out of this stillness
a whirlwind storm will blow

From just this pip
a mighty tree can grow

This pent up spring
will reach out to the light

I know behind that cloud
on this starry crystal night

I see...you.