Breathy

Sparks flash about the room.
The night's watch is in tune.

All the days of silence run past
Keeping me busy from the other side
Just barely breaking through.

A covered table and celestine presence.
My reaches just short of the empty chair.
Just short of the empty chair.

Breathy words speak so close to my ear
Making sure others hear
Making sure that others hear.

From the other side,
a distinct voice between us.

With pensive pen
I wait for the cursor to move.

Breathy between us
is the time where we open the solution
and let it drip out.

We will drown it later.
Our arms heavy and minds full.


© Sonja J. Johnston 19-Nov-11 (about a direct voice experience)