SHE HEARS THEM NOT

AS SHE LISTENS THERE IS NOT EVEN A MOMENT OF SILENCE FOR SHE IS IMMERSED IN THE PICTURE SHE SEES…
THEY SPEAK TO HER….
WITH SHIFTING SHADES OF COLORS…
THEY SPEAK TO HER….
AND SHOW HER HOW SHE FEELS
SHE SOFTLY CRIES OUT….
FOR ALL THAT CAN HEAR WITH AN EXPLOSION OF WONDER AT THEIR BEAUTY
SHE SOFTLY CRIES OUT…
AS THE HARD VOICES OF PICTURES OF THE PAST SEEK TO INVADE
…SHE HEARS THEM NOT….
FOR THEY ARE ONLY DARK…
SHE HEARS THEM NOT
FOR SHE HAS BLOSSOMED AND CREATED ANEW, FOR SHE IS THE WOMAN
THAT CAN BREATHE WITH-IN HER AURA OF MATCHLESS COLORS
THE WOMAN OF NEW FOUND DREAMS…
WHO NOW BREATHS WITH-IN HER AURA OF MATCHLESS COLORS…
THIS WOMAN OF WHO ONE DREAMS…