Poetry of a Conlanger

Sunday, November 27, 2005


They always say,
“We don’t need words.”
But you and I,
We do.

The silent poetry of a glance,
The multifaceted meaning of a smile,
The crescendo of a moment together,
Those are all beautiful.

But for us there is
A thirst for the water of words,
A hunger for the delicacy of speech,
A yearning for more than the infinity of silence.


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