If today began with a simple word
It would have been yes spoken form your lips
It would have been heartfelt tears
And a passion long since evaded
It would be music pouring forth
From the center of you
Making each step much more thick with blossoms
It could be me asking, no pleading
For a fate with yours attached
But today did not begin
Not at all for me
For you possibly pleasure
With little, nay, none of my grief
My lips are sealed
Not even waiting for day to begin
But for a wayward glance
So I sit on my hands and
Wait for my chance
JBW
A Dead Language 