Heard of
speaking silences?
They’ve
spoken the tales, the scars
Waking
dreams, I’ve smiled
At the lives
inextricably intertwined
A roar of
resonating mock of laughter,
I’ve
laughed,
At a misty
future or an unsure dream
For I’m not
giving in,
I’m a believer,
believer I will be…
I won’t
protest, nor lament
Not for
yesterdays lost in oblivion,
Not for the words unsaid…
Not for what
could have been shall I grieve
For the
moments too precious are lived by me, and only
I don’t
part, I don’t share.
I don’t wish
to define,
Because they’re
yours and they’re mine!
