Dialect.
I feel your presence inside my being
my heart reach out to you
my soul sits by yours
holding hands ,singing songs
I am shaken by the urge to jump this fence
to mingle with the cows
grazing under warm sun
I witness myself turning into liquid
And run through my veins
at lightening speed
yet I hold myself
for what .. I know not
I run through the meadow
I climb that hill and call out your name
With this knowledge deep within that you will listen
for you know the dialect
of my inner void.
