I ask your silence for permission,
to express myself,
just listen to the words
that tighten my throat.
They are not of love,
even if love pulsates in their echo,
they are of hope,
a glimmer among the shadows
that has trapped my chest.
If you keep silent, you will never
know of the fire that burns,
of the river that flows in my soul,
of the mountains that climb
my worn out dreams.
I ask your silence for permission,
like a whisper in the breeze,
the letters emerge,
like stars in the night,
dancing in my wounded mind.
