there's beauty in silence
except when
it echoes a void.

I
h
a
v
e
f
e
e
l
i
n
g
s
that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.

Strange and twisted
are her dreams-
She knows
her thoughts
are often
esoteric
Though she craves
lucidity
It seems
beyond her reach
It is hard
sometimes
to accept
Her dreams
her thoughts
are often
strange and twisted
Hidden
clearly lacking clarity.