Courier of silent love

 

 

A holy man perhaps

who shows us the lies again

because affection must be silent

now all the burdens are dancing on the horizon

too down in the tight stock market

 

or a happy witch with sensitive fingertips

who lectures us when life leaves us wanting too much

when we long too often, we are only human

and what will she bring in that old worn-out shoe

 

maybe a bridge too far to put into perspective

or else be silent in silence for the best decency

perhaps a proletarian with a sweet-smelling fart

or a dancing girl who avoids the media

 

I can't know, I'm just a dream

if i may forget all about life and dating

I sleep off my lonely daze at the storytelling tree.

 

© Hector Havermout

 

 

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