Listening is the subtle awakening of a voice that is not you,
Coming through you like your traveling through time.
Little time does it waiste and it screams during the situation in your face,
At a tiny little message in a tiny little bottle thrown across the sea finding it's way as it floats alone under the stars.
Water splashes against the glass holding it delicately as it travels somewhere,
Unknown to a girl in a window that's always known it was there.
But did not think of it as God blows the wind and the water pushes against the stars,
And the moon pulling the sea closer to the land in every moment calling this message to you ever closer ever closer.
It moves towards you as you are in the process of creating a thought,
Back into your body closer and closer it's coming but you never know when.
Then all of a sudden pop back into your heart,
Listen breathe listen breathe it pulls you but your not sure of what it is.
Do you follow it or keep doing what your doing, do you listen or keep talking?
Stop Stop Stop it says.
Do you have the self control to do what it is telling you,
Stop, just hold like a balloon floating through space as you put the ice cream and cookies down on the register and say,
I don't want this I'm sorry, and walk away,
Put your keys in the ignition and drive home.
Listen
"I am loving my body," 18X12" mixed media and gold leaf on canvas, . for sale..
Poem by me.