He speaks every night in my brain
The man speaks a dusty sound
And echoes all around and my ears burn
From lips that hadn't moved around
And for many years a frozen smile
And the dead man he would
Whisper tales of loss and guile
In my brain and the echoes
All around and
The living listened held their breath
A story rising after death and the
Secrets buried deep and cold and
A truth the earth could not withhold
His voice a rustle in the breeze
Disturbed the quiet of the trees
He told of treasure hidden well
Then faded back into his shell.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 3:59 PM UTC
He speaks every night in my brain
The man speaks a dusty sound
And echoes all around and my ears burn
From lips that hadn't moved around
And for many years a frozen smile
And the dead man he would
Whisper tales of loss and guile
In my brain and the echoes
All around and
The living listened held their breath
A story rising after death and the
Secrets buried deep and cold and
A truth the earth could not withhold
His voice a rustle in the breeze
Disturbed the quiet of the trees
He told of treasure hidden well
Then faded back into his shell.
Life And Death.
