The Silent Days

There will be a day When I wake up And have forgotten how to sing.   I’ll need you to teach me again.   The sun will glow dull And the colors refuse to ring,   And I will have forgotten how to sing.   Just take hold of my soul And begin to dance,…

Hippocampus on the Window Pane

Cerebral weather patterns of melancholy drizzles and freezing fearful flurries amongst the thought filled thunderheads spun up in confusing whirlwinds of fanciful sun rays melting the frozen wastelands of slumbering spirit.   My mind is changing seasons, Spring sings in my soul. I can hear the whispers, speeches of wonders.   No such thing as…

Language

We don't speak much anymore I'd like to think we're both just too proud to speak first But more than that, I'd like to believe we've just reverted to our past language Speaking in labrynthian metaphors, untitled poems, and openly posted songs She speaks with carefully curated lyrics And I hide letters between the words…