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No Sleep

By Phillip Hennessy

There is no sleep…
only the silence.
You know…THAT silence
That blank space between each breath, or sound I hear you speak
That void….that empty cave within me, where your voice echoes
Rebounding thoughts, wishes, dreams, and feelings
Uttered sweetly, thoughtlessly, carefully and lovingly
for ears hungry for each delightful sound expressed
from your wonderful Mind and beautiful Heart.
Soulful reflections of Life's Hope and Faith
Forever repeating such intimate and unique expression

It could Only be You…it could Only be Me
For We are the Only ones…. the Chosen ones
(The choices have been made, you see…)
There IS… no turning back, no respite, no shelter
from the Storm of Emotions, the Thunder of Love
The noise, vibrating, in every cell of our being
The torrent, ever-flowing through our veins
with each thunderous heartbeat exploding within
Such Force..!!…. Such Power … !!

Who could possibly hide from such a raging Tornado
that spins, sucking all into mindless abandon…?
Who could run, escape, or withdraw from such strength
For fear of losing the momentum of Nature..?
Not I.
Not You.
For, after ALL…who are we to deny such beauty?
What Right have we… ?
It just FEELS ….. so …..RIGHT.

© 2004 Phillip Hennessey  

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