Betwixt the Stars
When you speak-
You speak to my bones
and they shake inside.
My bones,
reverberate your muse
in light and language
such sweet sounds, seeping
deep into heart.
My heart,
beats upon the breath of purpose
the conception,
a design in mind becomes actual.
You are devastatingly effective-
Your words impact my chemistry,
penetrate my physiology,
in simply being.
For the stars do scream before they fade-
An epiphany that perpetuates our history.
The Awakening-
is that space betwixt the stars
You. Must. Be. Heard.
It demands a presence in silence-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2015
When you speak-
You speak to my bones
and they shake inside.
My bones,
reverberate your muse
in light and language
such sweet sounds, seeping
deep into heart.
My heart,
beats upon the breath of purpose
the conception,
a design in mind becomes actual.
You are devastatingly effective-
Your words impact my chemistry,
penetrate my physiology,
in simply being.
For the stars do scream before they fade-
An epiphany that perpetuates our history.
The Awakening-
is that space betwixt the stars
You. Must. Be. Heard.
It demands a presence in silence-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2015
