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I am the word, the phrase, the thought, yet to be spoken
I have been created in this place, but yet here I remain
And wait for I know not what, crying to be released
To those ears and mind I have been fashioned so specially for
I yearn for those moments when I shall be free to fly
Straight to the heart I want to go, to be with the one
Who calls to me from even here, spurring me to leap
Perhaps I shall fall on deaf ear and die within the moment,
Yet still I feel the hope, pushing me onward and holding back
I am the word whose time has yet to come into this world
I am the phrase who wishes with all I have to do my duty
I am the thought who cares not for fear, but simply am

(no subject)

I thought I heard you calling out,
from this sea of silence,
but perhaps I was mistaken,
perhaps I was wrong.
As I drift alone in these cold waters,
I wish I knew you'd soon be here,
that we'll soon be safe and warm,
but this tide pulls me away,
slowly drifting away from you.
The day has been a blur of waves,
of lonely wafting on the breeze,
shifting through nowhere here.
I try to paddle,
but know not where I go.
I think of you always in the dark,
both wading through night.
As my head rests on this floating,
beacon of solitude, I wish -
I wish for the dawn to break,
wish for the call to be real,
wish for my time to be over,
wish for it all in silence.
I thought I heard you calling,
across the space, across the waves,
but it is just the breeze,
and so I go on alone.