PASSWORDS

There are

in the silence I breathe

words I chose not to speak

Quiet noises running deep in my smiley skin.

I keep reaching for silence

while sounds and colors echo screams

There are in the words I won't say

a world that fades away.

I keep muffling the sounds

but the colors explode in stains

and loudly states my mind,

the state of my soul,

the taste of my way,

the songs to play on the go,

the sighs of pleasure and dismay.

There are in the science of the air I breathe

untamed words

- which are not imprisoned, which are not free -

that quietly open the gate to a garden of thorns and roses

and let my essence be.

D.V.

08/16