Some nights
no words.

My eyes
are an unspoken story.
And I kneel down
to feel the heartbeat
of earth.

So many things
I cannot say.
Words pouring out
without a sound
from the open wounds.
And how
did I get here?

Will I wait my life
for you?
Will these dreams
ever find
their place of rest?
And if I fall
will you show me how to fly?

Come to the river,
we can dream of tomorrow
in the silver grass
this silent night.
And maybe
these heavy things
will wash away
in the soothing voice
of deep waters.