Can it be that places I go are unknown to me now?
Have I been to somewhere and nowhere before?
Is this place empty and devoid of voices to guide me through?
Or to herald a noise, and to awaken my senses to answer?
The warmth that fills my being from heart to every part
Is it just for me alone to know?
The exquisiteness is here, and opens like a flower
Touched by sunlight, that blooms for all to see
My spirit is young and dances with whispers
Blown by the breeze, all light and shining
Is sharing this too much to ask?
To laugh, and to sing with me?
This longing for someone’s eyes to gaze and look
Upon the reality of my hopes and dreams
Inscribed for all to see, can someone hear and understand
The reality of who is me?
jennifer jane pryce
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/someone-hear-second-time-around/
