LISTEN AWHILE TO MY SONG

I explored the world through those, who said they loved me.
Took their flame of light and traveled to unknown worlds within me.
Ash filled my lungs, made me cough, and cough,  made my eyes dry.
I polished my dry eyes with my burning tears.
It was an ordeal, no doubt about it. But then, I did have to step out of my coffin,
to make the exploration. And although I managed  no more than, to
limp along for ages, finally, I learned to dance and dance and even sing!

Are you interested in my thoughts? Perhaps not. And intuition tells me,
if you give me even half an ear, I'll talk, talk, talk forever. You see,
I love words, love my own voice, my own song.
But first, there was the vast thirst and hunger.
I recall I wrote about  this some where long ago, I said something like,

'I cannot go close enough, to touch the sun, sky, the moon.
Drink with my eyes enough, rivers, rain or sea, to appease,
my gut wrenching hunger, my dying thirst.'

But that was all before, I came to love my words, my voice,
learned to love my own song.



Tushie  2012