Use your words, Dear.

I cannot hear your mind.

Speak your thoughts out loud.

Show your spine.

What it means for your eyes to close

and your head to turn, - I do not know

Your actions

do not match your tone.

How can I judge your heart,

when it does not show?

🖤

And so here we go again,

mixing up emotions

turning in these cards,

threading these needles,

tearing eye lids apart.

Iris out now,

I'm searching for your soul.

Galaxies between us,

I beg to understand.

-I wish to stand where you are.

🖤

Like the dust,

That blows from your wings.

A whisper says to me,

soothingly,

"Blinded by the skin of things, you've forgotton how to see."

In the graves of your memory,

Where you've webbed and burried me,

Foot prints around my stone,

signatures my home.

Your dry since of humor

armors you with ignorance.

If I wasn't so out of place,

I'd offer to make sense of things.

As if you've reached enlightenment......

My friendly, Tumbalor,

You ignore the whispers and treasures,

sailing and searching for something more.

Like the dust,

That blows from your wings.

A whisper says to me,

soothingly,

"Blinded by the skin of things, you've forgotton how to see."

*Back track, "Beginnings of a Dream