you talk like lions roar and shrug like there's nothing in the earth below your heavy lisp rings through the room even as aproned women scrape their brooms you talk of recovery you talk of gain you talk like you have never been pained you talk of casinos the tring of money you talk of wealth like it were milk and honey you talk the talk and then talk the walk we make through the woods you talk again this time of stolen goods we cross the river you talk we feel the night shiver you talk we dream of sleep you talk we avoid counting sheep you talk
you talk until we see the sun come up it is a crisp morning ready to fill the cup i wait to hear from a world i don't live in but i am met with a silence that is most enlivening and that is when i see you for the first time for what you are your eyes grey much dull hiding the ancient sadness of giving up
It is remarkably difficult to find that moment in the middle of a day when nothing is on your mind, all the chaos just fades away, and somehow you know that you will be okay.
