Words

Speak to me in fragments of a dead language
Until our tacit tongues burst into a silent storm.
It’s a long way back and this is all we have.

Save your words, let your eyes do all the talking love.
Let’s be scavengers of meaning in the meaningless.
It’s a long way back and this is all we have.

So we talked - talked like amnesiacs
With a chest full of memories
and no ink left in the archives.
And you turned - turned like the weathervane
and drifted away on a cloud of maybes.

My words, my words
don’t fail me now.
I need this communication.

My words, my words
come through me now.
I’m channeling this thing somehow.