Tomorrow
I will look for a new voice
Where fresh winds fall the mountain tops
And in the sound of the sea
In the changing sands and in the
Silence of distance. I will enquire from the
Tall trees in the forest how they spread
Seed in scattered rain and how I can run down
All the mispent speech lost through years
Conjuring up words beyond my intellect
And the remaining speech gathered at my throat
Still unspoken. If all this fails I will study
The birds in flight,listen to the silence in the moon's light
And maybe tomorrow I will catch sight of a
New voice at the edge of the wind
Speaking new things an rare sensations from
A measureless Muse who hovers between fact and fiction
My addiction in the play of time,bearing words
That may resemble a poem...
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