When Silence Speaks

When silence speaks and two hearts meet and time stands still and music matters I am left standing in the road with a naked soul.

The Truth Exists Somewhere

Mystical measurements of time

elude us from the beginning

Do we touch the earth with broken wounds

in order to feel the stinging sensation

of energy filled pain?

Will my fingertips continue to scrape the pavement

as I claw my way up through the ground?

Which clock do I watch

when I want to know the time in your head?