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Why can't we just say what we mean
Without the in-between?
Our heads are full
Of words, nouns and verbs.
But what spills out from our mouth.
A cocktail of censored scenes
Chosen only to please.
There,
A vacuum that swallows
Every last aching breath,
Muting all your cries.
Where,
A passing stare syncopates poise,
Throwing your spirit off course,
To the edge of a bottomless fall.
What,
Emerges out of nothing
To fill a space with a fragment
Of creative truth.
Now,
When the air is cool enough
To tickle the hairs on your skin
In tenderly spin.
Here,
In a moment of synthesis
Between psyches so intense
That for a second they merge.
How,
Eyes spill from a dreaming scene,
Screaming with the force
Of a mothers scream.
When,
The sound of a note
Plays with your head so much
You can't think straight.
There is a language present
In the silence between us
It can not be read
Nor can it be said
It doesn't have form
It can only be worn
Caught in the motion of emotion
Which grows in our flesh and bone
There is a place we go to
When the sign says "Don't talk"
In silence we stay
Where it's safe and warm
Far from the storm
And it's here we'll give birth
To a pregnant pause
There is a person who see's
Through the silence in you
Where talk is small
And syllables fall
In a wordless world
Where echoes unfurl
And there, held in this hand
An offer of friendship, the only sound
