Connections

Now you see me now you don’t



I let you gaze into my soul


For one brief second then I won’t


And in return I catch a brief glimpse of the real you






We choose the ones we let behind the façade


Of our true selves and share a knowing glance


For one brief moment let down our guard


And let our eyes speak a thousand words






Then once we’ve made a firm connection


We no longer need play at ‘peek-a-boo’


The shutters come down and true feelings


Can be revealed and then shine through






We give and take in equal parts


One day we give the next receive


Fulfilling bodies, souls and hearts


And satisfying all desires and needs






With child-like trust without a word


We take the hands of fellow men


And stride the earth now self-assured


As we share our strengths and face our fears






But take time apart and find a quiet place


To make yet another important connection


Focus within yourself and your own space


Use these precious moments for inner-reflection

Unspoken Words

Words either written or spoken sometimes get us into big trouble. Often it's a question of interpretation or should that be misinterpretation?







"A closed mouth gathers no foot" this made me smile.....................






There's a phrase "I know you believe you heard what you thought I said, but is what you heard what I really meant?"






Sometimes we can have an over-active imagination and hear what we want to hear. On the other hand, quite often very close friends can communicate quite effectively without a word being said.






Unspoken Words






Silence, they say, is golden


Some things are best unsaid


A word could spoil a notion


Imagined in my head


I haven’t heard you speaking


Have yet to hear your voice


But know the words unspoken


Will make my heart rejoice


I know you’re thinking of me


The knowledge that you care


Means more to me than anything


Mere words cannot compare


No need for silence broken


There is nothing that I lack


For once a word is spoken


You cannot take it back


Sweet silences are golden


Strange as it may appear


Whilst you remain quite silent


I hear what I want to hear