The Sound

It's not the words that we say It's the sound
vibrating airwaves surround
Touching ears to then rebound
It's not the words in which we are found

Resonating somewhere inside
In places where sometimes we hide
Elevating, opening wide
To bliss on a rising tide

Of consciousness flowing within
Between atoms as they spin
In spaces seeming devoid
Of anything of which we're annoyed...

it's not the thoughts that we think it's the link
when together and feeling in sync
oscillating as one as we phase
clarity instead of a haze

like an early morning mist
obscured, by water kissed
dissipating with the Sun's rays
oscillating as we now phase

rhythmically we are in tune
like the Sun and too like the Moon
like the galaxy spinning around
it's not the words that we say, it's the sound...
Written by bcpoet (Lawrence)
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Best listened to with headphones
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