Our voices dance and play together,
But there is a sense of quietness to the symphony.
Harmonizing easily into the night sky,
They rise and fall,
Beating out a timeless rhythm
That can never be repeated.
But inside, the harsh smashing of symbols penetrates my mind,
And wave upon roaring wave of passion and emotion sends me reeling in a thousand directions.
Shouts of concern and anger from a gander of mouths pierce me in a myriad of keys,
Distorting each other to a point of utter confusion.
A tango flashes wildly throughout,
All the while gaining speed as it weaves in and out of every thought.
Somewhere lightning breaks and thunder cracks
Sending rain into every crevice of the cacophony,
Smothering what little is left of my inner being.
Amidst the turmoil is but one constant: my throbbing heart
Trying to suppress the insecurity of too many answerless questions.
And outside, our voices still exchanging embraces in the night,
The waltz goes comfortably on....
~ Naomi Melson, 2008Labels: poem