Decades of silence surrounded my voice
A tempest on the ocean floor of my soul
White noise echoing in the great hall of life
Where scars of your vibration remain inside
My unconscious reflex, thoughts of you filters
Real tears that flow along the currency of my face
Of fears that cannot lessen nor teach me that
Your place in my life remains a constant
A recognition that straddles me between doubt
And being honest like the luxury of daylight reveals
You surrounded by vast mountain steps approaching the
Shore of a rocky beach, water singing its songs
Of calm the forever rhythms of your grace bearing witness
To the symbol of you and I swell in the over-flow of
My admonitions of who you are and I cannot escape
Even these words cannot free me from this truth that you
Are my logos my Knowledge of who I am as my voice is found
© K. James Ribble