Sometimes
It's easier to keep your mouth shut,
Because the words you're searching for -
The ones that explain
Exactly what you feel,
Exactly what you want,
Exactly what your gut tells you,
Your exact intuition -
They don't exist,
And no matter how long and rigorously you scour every possibility,
Nothing can explain.

And you realize there is no need to,
As long as you know what lies within your heart.

I am willing to sink into the sound
of night’s changing secrets
where the world sees my breath
wipe away the tears mirroring its pain.
Smiles are caught on fire,
wooed by this poet,
but do not reflect the same.

Instead of playing under trees,
I allow everything to be swept away
by the winds
on the soft petals of a voice.
A voice that empties all its brilliance
into our sleep
comes to see our smiles rejoice.

Life is exhibited in dirt
from the bottom of my shoe
yet never utters a word.
Still, I will never wave goodbye
to thoughts that turn.
Does anyone ever really understand
the smiles a poet burns?

I welcome hands that hush the existence
of whispered memories
lighting candles dwelling in our minds.
If you knew what was on the line,
would you be willing to sink
into night’s sound
in kind?