inspired by the movie: The Lake House
I'd called into the well
Hoping you'd hear me
Only a faint whisper returned
That youo'd been hurt
Louder I whispered
The less of you I heard
Until I screamed...
You disappeared complerely
Until I cried over the well
Perhaps that is my voice
Waiting to be heard
By the right time and place
Was I speaking into the wrong well
Or was I mearly ignored,
Waiting at the wrong body of water?
Do I stand before the horizon
Waiting with shallow breath
For the sun to wink blind,
Before the mountain
With open arms wide for the winds
To raw me where I stand;
But if you answered,
What would you say?
Would you say anything back to me?
Allowing tears and empty
Whisperes and screams
To become me,
The gnarled tree of heart
The falling petals
From each blossom
The tears pushed aside
...Swollen against the waiting
Waiting for you.
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