glisten sarpedon Now let the mood say I am weak, I need refuge; Everpresent nervousness abate! I feel your voice in my sleep It's on my mind in the minutes before My unconsciousness takes over And is the first thing I wake up to I let the attitudes slide Let it break my mind, my will To soften, and my action to morph Into perpetual inaction The waiting, the days until we talk The thoughts we shared inside So profound, so full of sense But yet abdicating their meaning In minutes and hours since the Words were said; and many hours Until the words are confirmed Let my voice weak voice dissolve Into the encompassing aura that forms When our thoughts join the dance Let your voice calm, and spring: Mellifluous. 021119 what's it to you? who go blather from