SILENCE -- THE JOURNEY HOME

SILENCE IS HER NAME-SHE SPELT OUT IN GRAVE YARD SOIL RESTING HER FINGERS ON THE STONEY SKIN

HER EYES HAVE BEEN RIPPED FROM THE MISSING SUNSET

 LIPS ARE TREMBLING AMBER BURNT ORCHARDS

FOR YEARS IVE FOLLOWED EVERY STEP , EACH PATH THE PAIN EATS ANOTHER YEAR

FOUND MYSELF LOOKING INTO A STRANGERS HANDS -

CHAINED TO THE TATTOOED ARMS

THE TWISTED RAINBOW OF HOLLOW TIME

SILENCE IS HER NAME

FOAMING RAVEN BLACK TUSSLED LOCKS -

DANCING FLAMENCO ,TEARING SILK TANGO

CHANTING SCENT BREAKING UPON THE TIBETAN MUSK SHORES

AS NORMALITY CREASES THE HANGING HISTORY

I KNOW MY CRAWLING JOURNEY NEARS ITS REWARD

I FOUND MYSELF HOLDING A STRANGERS HAND

AND SILENCE WAS HER NAME