Threads

Safety net
Borderline scent
You draw the shades
Where I confide
My soul’s secret

Sound admiration
Where the truth
Meets destination
An intellectual
Resort for contemplation

String to string
Cord to cord
Thoughts put on hold
Are free to speak
And sigh relief
Words and ears are free to meet

In disbelief
My choked arrest
Can never find
An open breath
That could describe
What grateful eyes
Safely surmise
When they confide
What truly lies
Beyond the surface

© GÄ