My voice

Is the voice

Of many tongues

In dialects long lost

And yet to be

I speak only

Of things unseen

In meanings

That set free

Your heart to fly

In mysteries unknown

For that is only

And forever where you

Always will belong

Your song is free


©K. Barr




Rowing in the stream

That slips inside

The self no dream

I drop into the

Rapids roar and roll

Of tumult deep below

Am bashed on shores unsure

Within the worlds within

The worlds that whirl

Inside the curl of seeking

Cure not found no sound

Of safe to land

A shipwreck of a soul

That’s lost the ground within


©K Barr