Words

Do you hear my words?

Are they clear?

Am I projecting sufficiently?

Or are they a whisper,

Carried away by the wind,

Lost?

Can you hear my heart?

Is it loud?

Is it beating stridently?

Or is it a murmer,

Lost amidst my breathing,

Hidden?

Do you see my eyes?

Are they wide?

Are they the image of lucidity?

Or are they glazed,

Clouded over with doubt,

Closed?

I wish I could talk to you,

And listen to your heart.

You could listen to mine,

And look into my eyes.

Then you’d know, that every word,

Every beat,

Every smile,

Every tear,

Everything,

Is all for you.

© M.H.