Can it be that places I go are unknown to me now? <br />Have I been to somewhere and nowhere before? <br />Is this place empty and devoid of voices to guide me through? <br />Or to herald a noise, and to awaken my senses to answer? <br /> <br />The warmth that fills my being from heart to every part <br />Is it just for me alone to know? <br />The exquisiteness is here, and opens like a flower <br />Touched by sunlight, that blooms for all to see <br /> <br />My spirit is young and dances with whispers <br />Blown by the breeze, all light and shining <br />Is sharing this too much to ask? <br />To laugh, and to sing with me? <br /> <br />This longing for someone’s eyes to gaze and look <br />Upon the reality of my hopes and dreams <br />Inscribed for all to see, can someone hear and understand <br />The reality of who is me?<br /><br />jennifer jane pryce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/someone-hear-second-time-around/
