the quietest song

Date: Wed, 20 Nov 1996 08:11:10 -0500
To: Carolyn L Burke 
Subject: the quietest song

there are times that it's quiet.
quiet inside and quiet outside.
ramona is silent as she stares at me from above.
she knows.

between the coffee and the connections I try to find it.

dear carolyn
understanding enough to benefit kinship

to have never reacted 'this way'. can anyone say that anymore
can we look at our reactions and react to them...
ah the days when they were newly...and not us.
it is hard not to assume,
and human to be surprised to share someone's lonliness...

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wishing I could strum out the words into a melody
with lyrics to capture all hearts;
a rhthym for swaying
and a beat to live by.

a song which never began;
and never will end,
more than a tune, more than a symphony-
that sweet, sweet, melody
which only a true God could recognize

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

and why to need someone? so many of the older thoughts can be reconstructed into modern ones and still have the same character, the same value...only a different face. perhaps why we do not recognize them. perhaps why we like to think we do not need them...

not a love affair, but nothing less than beautiful.
nothing less.

today's Louise

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