We are not the sun but the shadow,
Not in the bone but the marrow.
Our Secrets deep,
where cretins creep
And none hear the call of the sparrow.
We are not the stars but the dark
Not in the soul but the heart
Skin could keep
Us all complete
But our knit is a stitch pulled apart
We are not sound but its shape
No murmur, just the oultine lips make
Whispered sweet,
Where meaning meets
The subtle truth that lies never shake
When love is not soft
And life isnt light
When all that is wrong
Somehow is our right.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 6:10 AM UTC
We are not the sun but the shadow,
Not in the bone but the marrow.
Our Secrets deep,
where cretins creep
And none hear the call of the sparrow.
We are not the stars but the dark
Not in the soul but the heart
Skin could keep
Us all complete
But our knit is a stitch pulled apart
We are not sound but its shape
No murmur, just the oultine lips make
Whispered sweet,
Where meaning meets
The subtle truth that lies never shake
When love is not soft
And life isnt light
When all that is wrong
Somehow is our right.