A Mild Tremor
A Mild Tremor
Her silence, now slowly caressed into an awakening
Aroused, like a flower, waiting to bloom
A lilt, a sway, a cadence and silence again
To merge into a symphony
Like body and soul, with emotions for company
A mild tremor, a sudden rush of warmth
Knotted stomach, and not to forget the fluttering heart
Something bursting to explode, wanting a release,
An anticipation, a magical blend of anguish, pain and pleasure
Like flowers within a tiny seed
Biding its time, to bloom
The process each time unique
Into untold stories, she waits to breathe
Yet it is nothing that has not happened before
She is born, a poem, a handful of words,
Enchantingly strung together with eloquent spaces
The search for words often ending in silences
Everything that needs to be said has already been said before
Admittedly better than I could ever say it
Yet the curious child in me is naive, and willing
To see the world, lifting the veil of truisms
With a fresh set of eyes, a shifting prism
Like two throbbing hearts that conceive a child,
It all started with a mild tremor of a lonely heart
A solitary moment, I can no longer remember!
I added my two discordant quavers
To the symphony of the existing world of words.