Mute

Silence, I've yet to greet you. 

How would I recognize your simple sound? 

Scream for me until late November 

As your reminiscent voice astounds. 

Whom shall bear its litmus?

This shouting without limits 

Airing out old secrets 

Where the light of the heart glows dimmer. 

Heated sutures gravitate 

Sewing up these blisters 

Rending scars are drawn to plight,

When a firefly comes near. 

Sew these words from top to bottom 

Clearing lips dried out, 

Murmured sounds sneaking sound 

In the voices it already found. 

Blur: smudge the scene. 

Obstruct a wordless cloud 

Quick, dream a dream! 

Before those wicked sounds come out. 

Wait, with wonder, where a waning vale presides, 

Casting shadows over house, where its whimpering wail resides.