Too Many Thoughts

Our silence so soothing,
The melody astray.
An off sound to a fright
In bitter lines decay;
Rhythm in stars’ radiance.
A soft thump so loud,
Never heard of this voice,
This voice so calm?
Let the organ play the lullaby
Of an angel in death.
Without vision we’re bright.
To ignore or admire,
We leave that for your desire
A heart too cold to beat
To a tempo so normal.
Fluid in our veins glow,
The flow so smooth as to silk.
We feel your fear,
You know our past,
We are but one, confined.
A prison of tissue,
Strength greater than Alcatraz.
We are the same;
We are different.
We exist only as you.
Category:Poetry