Rhymes From the Shadows

And so I speak

And so I speak this sacred psalm
To tear apart this silent calm.
And so I speak quiet passage,
To watch as all the tongues go flaccid.
And so I whisper silent doubts,
To tear apart the loudest shouts.
And so I sing of special tunes,
To make them think of all those Junes.
And so I tell of summer breeze,
To describe to them whispers of trees.