Shhhhh….

 

Listen…

 

As she gently weeps…

 

Chirping birds in dialogue… 

 

Whisper a dance…

 

Listen…

 

Can you hear their secrets unfold…?

 

Like naked puppets in silent obedience…

Can you see their luring flames?

Their tender embrace? 

 

…

 

And she gently weeps…

 

While chirping birds in dialogue…

 

Whisper…

…

 

Shhhhh…Shhhhh….Shhhhhh…

 

Listen…

 

Is there hope in their voice?

 

Is there love in their hands?

 

…

 

Hardened hearts, 

like concrete walls,

keep them apart…

 

Behind doors wide shut,

muted dreams rest on brand new shelves…

 

Under blankets of old fears…

covered in dust…

Forgotten yesterdays die...

 

While In oblivion, their song…

Turns dialogue…

 

…

 

And she gently weeps…

 

Listen…

 

Is there hope in their voice?

 

Is there love in their hands?

 

Listen…

 

Shhhhh…Shhhhh….Shhhhhh…

 

(Xoanxo, 2021)