The quiet, the unspoken.
The rationalizing emotion.
In the past I threw off track
So many futures that there was hope in.
To confusion and new compulsion.
Friendships I found such comfort in.
I swaddled them within blankets.
Shredding seductive sheets we find the egress.
Sensual suffocations of innocence
and then
there was just
the quiet, the unspoken.
The vague, the unknown.
The "what ifs" I was shown.
In life I made tracks and look back at how i've grown.
But no matter how far I go
There's always a deeper snow.
The storm will come and fill my footfalls so...
Lost in a blistering, white glow
of the vague, the unknown.
The bright, the clear.
The images I see and sounds I hear.
A lake, a march.
A childs giggle,
rat-a-tats in the air.
In every flash is a picture then...
the moments no longer there.
But when i'm alone
In the quiet...the unspoken.
In my mind - what is vague and unknown...
Is bright and clear...
In my heart.