dark cave spiraling up
into jagged spires of silent distances falling
into splintered sunlight

the winds of the river Styx flows  
on a distant shoal and waits
beneath the waxing moon

for the wounded lovers to bloom
into white and blue wild flowers

and into the loving arms
and silken threads of time lost.

Better to be taciturn
Than babble through a tacky turn
And fail to hear enough to learn
In common conversation

Others may proclaim you shy
Or timid, mousy, terrified
Resist the urge to justify
Your ramble regulation

It doesn’t make you weak or mute
To take a minute to compute
A thought before you contribute
May optimise your speaking

Pause won’t hurt your cause unless
Your words are just a game of chess
To press, suppress, or to impress
Correcting or critiquing

Do you desire a partnership?
A sharing, caring, airing?

Or more of a dictator-grip?
A snaring, scaring, blaring?

Maybe you are silence-scared
Uncomfortable with empty air
And feel it is your job to bare
The sound continuation

Worry not my helpful friend
Your heavy duty at an end
More useful with an ear to lend
       Look kind toward the taciturn
       You may yet find a lot to learn
With still consideration

i smell your scent,
like mangoes
i tasted them,
unripe & sour.
But I like it.

your heart
breaks different
when it beats
alone

There's a sweet melody inside,
telling me to close my eyes and listen,
and my dreams have never been so dark -
you've been telling me to keep a distance.

There's a shadow where I walk,
moving close and telling me to listen,
but my mind is keeping me awake -
you've been telling me to keep a distance.

There's a new person in my life,
all the people tell me to forget you,
and I know I kept coming back,
but I think it's time to listen.

There's a sweet melody inside
and my love for you is growing weaker
and I know that I should listen -
you've been telling me to keep a distance.