October 10, 2012

Visage












On my face
in the dark,
your fingers trace
the invisible outline
of my soul.
In the quiet hour
before the dawn,
you say my name.
In the sound
of the falling rain,
you hear a voice
I cannot hear,
see a face
I cannot see.
I wonder
if ever you
whisper my name,
when you can't
see me.

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