I go seeking my voice <br />Through the garden of time <br />Finding something I knew <br />And something I didn't know <br /> <br />The light is kept <br />In its fulfillment <br />To find the way from the night <br />Where afternoons <br />Have their pleasures <br /> <br />Oh come here half moon <br />To show us your darkness site <br />Which no one knows what contains? <br /> <br />Fill every rose garden of lust <br />And bouquets with fresh perfume <br />Those yesterdays never gave <br /> <br />*Federico García Lorca once wrote about ‘The Voiceless Child’ (El nino mudo): The child goes seeking his voice… and like that child I try to find mine…; -)<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeking-voices/
