Secrets from a childhood house
Fall siftly upon deadening ears
Each word a small grain of dust
That lies on the floor
Ready to be swept away,
Thrown out.
From far away
I call you to recall a dream
Yet, the words desinerate
Into particles small enough
To be forgotten, lost
Admidst the confusion and the dirt
Accumulating on the floor beneath us,
There is no trust in words,
Only trust in the truth of timbre
Only silence envelopes us within her warm arms
Yet, I hear a whisper
"Be caredul when you speak, I might listen.""Be careful when you speak, I might listen."
Fall siftly upon deadening ears
Each word a small grain of dust
That lies on the floor
Ready to be swept away,
Thrown out.
From far away
I call you to recall a dream
Yet, the words desinerate
Into particles small enough
To be forgotten, lost
Admidst the confusion and the dirt
Accumulating on the floor beneath us,
There is no trust in words,
Only trust in the truth of timbre
Only silence envelopes us within her warm arms
Yet, I hear a whisper
"Be caredul when you speak, I might listen.""Be careful when you speak, I might listen."
