It is the purest droplet in the ocean; <br />a sweet, unparalleled sound it makes <br />as it falls from the sky and remains uncontaminated. <br />Through the sifting of the waves <br />it relaxes one as if it were all, <br />which it could be, even if not heard by most. <br />(I could hear it having never been to the coast…) <br />It is the specific squeal of tires <br />in the heart of the city, it is the pulse <br />which one other heart beats to. <br />Could I just ask you <br />to speak your every thought out loud? <br />It’d be worth it to drown <br />with pleased ears and a soothed soul.<br /><br />Shelby Barker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fascination-number-nine/
