Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Synesthesia

I know who I am,
But on pages I can never remember.

My inner voice sounds different
When it's read.

The constellations look different
When they're spread.

And I don't need to know your name
To feel the things you feel.

I fall in tune with your energies
And realize it is not mine I am feeling

You are not alone,
You don't even know I know.

But I'm always dipped somewhere
Behind the horizon, feeling each light
As if it were my own.

Your rain is a beautiful storm,
You must allow to fall.

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