Speak

Speak of the future

as though you have met

and made plans

for tomorrow

When today has lapsed

into tomorrow

what will be of those plans

Speak as though 

everything is not mutable

Speak as though

we are not all looking

towards the same sunset

Through the Fields

If your voice could be found
Would you wish to do so?
Have you grown so used to
And content without it
That it is no long necessary?
To live without speaking
Is to live and always listen.
You dreamt of driving the fields
of the country last night.
Cruising along in an old convertible-
Hair tousled by the wind.
You could hear the sound
Of your own laughter
As you raised a hand
Into the air.
You knew you could speak
But you did not
To keep the moment pure.

to speak again

half-shadowed visage
gazing out to 
an uncertain world
i listen and watch
speak when 
language can
be heard again

On Language

Before I could speak
I had no use for language
Even now I don't

If you are ready to listen 
I am ready to speak.