Loves Walks Quietly
She walks by the creek
Occasionally tossing a flower in
Watching it go by
She imagines how the river sounds
Stopping a moment
To wipe the tears from her eyes
The woman is deaf, but not always so
She has vague memories of sound
The echos remain in her head
She makes up colors for sound
So beauty would not be wasted
A cascade of colors smiling back
Soon the field is full
All dancing to the sounds
Created by her glory
You may miss out on some things
When you are deaf
But not the beauty
You were created so lovely
We stop to watch you dance
In that field covered in wild flowers
Soon we all begin to sing and dance
For she that brought grace
And sounds to life
© kismet 2010
