Muted words

 

Words become muted at the sight of any place that becomes a viewed cage. Providing shelter at night when I long to embrace cool winds and glimmering moons. Voice falls silent as freedom time ends. Join the family backed by blood leaving one of choice. Caging letter and rhyme inside ripping them away from voice. Out of these doors and pass this window I may sing once more. Moving to a song no one I’ve met can hear. Dancing Speaking Breathing Living… so much more tired eyes cannot word. But there are words meant still to be said just not found quite yet.

Author's Note

Cp. 11:48AM Wen 05/30/07 Flyleaf Thoughts (Sisters Window)