The Words I Say When What I Mean Is Silence

Laying under thick the greenery of your comforter,
feeling the earth under my skin.
If I could melt down any more,
the dirt would harden in my veins.

The silence softly sings a melody,
newer to me than even you are.
It is the song of youth,
and it is the tune of comfort.

Now I can hear a thousand sparrows voices,
silently wishing us back to sleep.
All the world is conspiring, working,
praying, for us to have this peace.