There are people to whom
all your words are just the pause
that's interrupting their own talking
There are others that see
the pearls and poisons of your days
as just another act that curtains rise and fall upon
But to some, we are like the lone bird
that's slowly disappearing against the farthest horizon
even as unseen worlds grow large inside of it
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unseen-worlds/
