by Jeremy Wayne Couch
There are words we never say
as we walk beneath the leaves
in the silence that heavily weighs
First we sin, then we pray
Our prayers are stolen by the breeze
There are words we never say
During the ending, the ending of the day
we listen to the singing of the bees
in the silence that heavily weighs
The stars appear upon which we gaze
ignoring the aching, our aching need
There are words we never say
Somewhere there's a birth
Somewhere a grave
We listen to the mourning
of the owl in the trees
in the silence that heavily weighs
The love was lost, the love we gave
during the merging of "me's" into "we's"
There are words we never say
in the silence that heavily weighs