No seat of young
No pain that was mild
To know of nothing
The silence of suffering

No toys of young
No games of love
To know above
The silence of tough

No skipping of young
No humming to be
To know no part
The silence of heart

No eyes of young
No plans to file
To close to keep
The silence to need

Bloom the yellow of flowers grow
Leaves of light weeds to throw
Climb the stalk of every stem
Rain will come to start again

Sun above the roof of warm
Lived the child of empty doom
Come outside to join the fun
It’s time to see the day begun

Not too late the birds of pray
The words are there for you to say
It’s time it’s time of not too late
Outside is there to open the gate

I rise the light of morning dew
Draw of curtains shadow of room
Outside I look the stems of bloom
Each day of winters blue

I travel the time of sleep forgotten
Body of broken no bones to show
Arms to wrap the aches of pain
Each day of winter remains

I search inside the world of never
Pillow to rest those dreams away
Rise up when songs awake
Each day of winters feather

No more words that I can share
To say what went and went out there
Feel inside I have to show
I have no one or else to go

No more words they sit in silence
No shooting stars I look above
Down in depth of heaven sits
I have no one or else that fits

No more words i hear today
Shut out your voice I say
Green and red black will make
I have no one for gods sake

No more words to watch and play
There to know you I wish to say
No more words
No more words of yesterday

If I could write my poem of world
To hear to see if what was told
To rest and save in sight
know, show tiny fright

If I could see the words I write
To know what meaning of every light
The door I know would open wide
shut again, back inside

If i could know a thousand words
No time I have would be again
Forever I hold my own to ink
know, tell the chain that links

If I could feel a blank of line
To end the stop to put in the rhyme
For I don’t know how much to cry
Let go. release the butterfly