Tuesday, May 1, 2012

in the silence of the birds

*for brownin*

i wonder
in the silence of the birds
if i would be able
to hear those echoes
of the shattering of your heart
you try to keep from resounding
with loud chatter, beer and long nights

in the mornings
that give birth to regrets and revolutions
will you try to collect me
lost among angel's tears upon your lawn
frozen in moments
where i mattered to you most
before your wounds named me dangerous

maybe the birds hold their tongue
and wait to sing until we
can truly speak to add strength to the sun
when the broken pieces
we both bear with toughened hands and cascading hearts
form the joy that frames a song

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