Tacit, If You Bother to Listen
November 1 2016 1:48 am - “Tacit, If You Bother to Listen”
I've got few words
And many things to say-
Somehow mountains can speak
Without ever knowing our language.
Somehow we befriend the sunshine
Without telling her our names.
Somehow we harvest from the trees
But can't tell their branches from any other.
Maybe I'll let the haze of the sky
Tell you all about my night,
And when the wind meets your face
You'll hear of my adventures.
Let the colors tell you
How much I truly care.
The world knows best
How to speak with truth.
We all share this experience anyway.
You and I rise in the same dawn,
And sleep under the same moon.
My words have been wrung out completely,
Their meaning soggy in comparison
With what words cannot contain.
So please disregard
What they leave behind
And instead find all I need to say
Where my words can never reach you.