I am amongst her yet far away within the poetry of silence
The earnest heart I found departs within pools of sadness
Throughout the land the deep harsh sands blow on my harvest of honesty
Making me doubt the friendships I cherish wholeheartedly
The poetry of silence flows into the vase of thought
Comes from my fingers and soon departs onto the page
We speak as humans in so many variations, but settle for monochrome monotone
Only a broken lullaby can free me from a lovers lies
Memories fade in and out of a destitute place
Where you and I were hurt, in different places and times
The poetry of memory flowing through the membranes
Only a broken lullaby….
The creation of the world begins with you
Like Apsu and Tiamat we clash to create
And may they guide our fate.
“Open thy mouth and speak words of command, so that the garment may be destroyed; speak again and it will be brought back."
May the poetry of silence resound once more
Let love die my dear for it to be returned to you
And may Merodach slay the dragon made of all your fears.