Gift of Sound

Words that fall from Ladders.

Home to thoughts and matter.

Gently waves a chisel,

Faded winks and whistles.

So, you hold him like a stranger.

While the flames still linger



Given the gift of sound.

Given the gift of loud.

Given the gift of free flowing language, 

He may see.

Given the grace that you lay upon his feet.


Kisses on her fingers.

She whines and whimpers.


Draped in thoughts, inspire.

Search for something higher-

Chimes will spread like fire.





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