If my voice could give words

If my voice could give words

To my heart

The a feathered butterfly would rise

With its colorful wings

Emerging from an indigo pond

Illuminated by the light of the moon

And the grace of the stars

Reflected in my eyes

Would make their celestial magic known

But some times my voice

It falls into silence

And instead I must just listen in

To the slow beating of my heart

Shifting my direction

Exploring all of these layers

And textures

That are enfolded

Deep inside

Some experiences we undergo

Can never be

Communicated

Some feelings

Gecome too overwhelming

To give form

Because I am a human

Who sometimes falls into the void

To better understand

The hidden depths of my self

In silence