Not much for words today
Silence will have to do.
But you know this as soon as she looks at you,
And so you touch her cheek.
And lean in close
The loudest love without
A sound.
Not much for words today
Silence will have to do.
But you know this as soon as she looks at you,
And so you touch her cheek.
And lean in close
The loudest love without
A sound.
I have seen
Loud and opinionated
Crushed by
Silent realities.
Our ancestors speak in
Whispers
To the soul.
They have learned,
They know
That when speaking in
Loud rumblings,
In anger
You cannot hear.
This is what echoes back to you.
So,
They whisper in love and kindness
When all is quiet
To remind us
Of
The way.