Sometimes a tear is so warm
that when it slides down the face
it makes the skin -- sizzle from the heat.
Sometimes a heart is so lonely
that the warmth of another body
is not enough -- to provide comfort.
Sometimes a love is so sensitive
that naught can come near
save the softness -- of understanding silence.
Sometimes a silence can be so loud
that it speaks more than
could all the words -- one could speak.
Sometimes if things have to be said
something is lost in the translation.
There are times -- when silence speaks best.
Sometimes a soul is so touched
by anothers' soul that there is a
heightened love -- to the greatest degree.
Sometimes a dream is so real
that when awakened there are
only shadows, tears, anguish -- then memories.
Softlead
that when it slides down the face
it makes the skin -- sizzle from the heat.
Sometimes a heart is so lonely
that the warmth of another body
is not enough -- to provide comfort.
Sometimes a love is so sensitive
that naught can come near
save the softness -- of understanding silence.
Sometimes a silence can be so loud
that it speaks more than
could all the words -- one could speak.
Sometimes if things have to be said
something is lost in the translation.
There are times -- when silence speaks best.
Sometimes a soul is so touched
by anothers' soul that there is a
heightened love -- to the greatest degree.
Sometimes a dream is so real
that when awakened there are
only shadows, tears, anguish -- then memories.
Softlead
