August 23, 2006
Your silence makes the blood
Run cold
Frustrates the barer of this tale
Who’s heart is strung up
On the sail
Upon a ship
Of collected stories
Lost out upon a raging sea
Just one moment
Of your time
They’ve entrusted so much
In me…
More wars are started
By your apathy
By what you’ve left unsaid
Wear a sentient heart
For once
Pray for more
Than your own
As you climb into bed
Dream of what could be
If I were you
And you were me
Now spin their silk
Weave their web
Remember
Word for word
What they’ve said
has it still escaped your soul?
Or are you now with them,
With me,
Lost upon the raging sea?
She of Letters 