Come walk with me
and listen to my silence 
for there are a million things
I am aching to tell you,
yet at the same time
I never want you to know.
Listen to my silence
with the ears of your eyes.
My lips will not tell you
all that is hidden 
wanting to be understood.
You hold my heart in your hands;
your own silence threatening.
I hold my breath as you hold yours,
waiting for something that is 
bigger than the two of us.
And when the stillness 
between us breaks,
you take my hand in yours
in warm comfort
and soothe me with your words.


blind | speak