I hear the words that you speak
as though they came from my own tongue
even when you do not say them

And I feel,
And I know

as though within a dream, or fantasy
or maybe just a different perspective...

All the thoughts inside my head are put there
from where?
Within, or without?
or maybe they simply exist

But when your eyes catch even with mine
I can see in them all these things that I can't
comprehend
but can feel

And know

and the words that you speak
talk of everyday things
Like movies
and sunshine
and that song that we like

but I listen
and hear what you are saying
and the words are my own

© zayde July 5, 1999