Listen to my silence, the silence between your words
we’ll go through this life side by side, childish kindred birds.
I’ll dip and spring, and fly and rise to your fretting notes of sorrow.
Listen to my even breathing, catching in your sobs,
go anywhere, my dearest friend,
and I will try to meet you there.
If I must meet you only halfway, if I fail to fully understand
don’t judge me or mistrust me, my loyalty and love is full
if comfort cannot satisfy; I’ll hold all your shaking fingers in my hand.
I’ll hold them always in my hand. I’ll carry you in my heart.
Listen to my song of freedom, I’ll get you there someday,
even though the world is a blackened meadow today.
I will listen to you. Only you.
Even if it’s just a whisper or an angry, frustrated shout-
I shall never let our fragile candle burn out.
For you, are me, and I am you
come crimson days or china blue.
All alone, arms wrapped around your knees
with your head dropped low, crying not enough,
friend from enemy is impossible to tell.
Listen to your sorrow,
I will meet you
deep inside
your misery’s
well.
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