Something peaceful as eternity and
Faithful as the sky among unknown clouds.
Familiar and absolute.
There could be a destiny for us.
If it wasn’t for uncertainty.
If it wasn’t for a broken shame.
That whispers and then begs your name.
I thought I could keep us beating.
I, alone.
Alone I do not work.
So greatness has been lost.
Then again anything worth loving is worth losing.
Because you never really lose it.
So maybe it’s all worthwhile.
By: Jennifer Barajas
A Dead Language 