I hope that you can hear me now, That we have stared into each other’s eyes, With words on our tongues, Sitting on the edge.
I want you to know that I, am grateful for your kind disguise, Even for me that is hard to front, Without restricting the flow.
A pause and a shutter. As I ponder through the clutter. Trying just to mutter. Anything at all.
Words that won’t come free. Will never truly be. A voice of planted seed. A trail for those in need.
Who can’t follow fast or free. Who can’t whisper in the breeze. Who then can’t honestly agree. With anything at all.
And I’m sorry that I apologise, That I can’t think of ways to justify, The million lies, the falsifies, That I carry in my mind.
Words carry through me, Falter at the heights of unity, and for your tears you cannot see, Anything at all.
MJP Bradley 2019