Softer Than a Mouth
So tender the eye's true vision,
softer than a mouth,
so when any look at me...
as gentle as heaven I am seen.
For not a word is heard in the place
where benevolence reigns.
Not a word that does not
lift a wing.
Maybe this is why people whisper sweet nothings, why they remember someone they love after they're gone (and no words can be spoken), and why those in love (or anyone who loves anyone) know that words can tear you down or lift you up.
Rest of post coming soon!
So tender the eye's true vision,
softer than a mouth,
so when any look at me...
as gentle as heaven I am seen.
For not a word is heard in the place
where benevolence reigns.
Not a word that does not
lift a wing.
Maybe this is why people whisper sweet nothings, why they remember someone they love after they're gone (and no words can be spoken), and why those in love (or anyone who loves anyone) know that words can tear you down or lift you up.
Rest of post coming soon!
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