Iíll show you a poem thats veiled to all,
speaking of secrets without speaking at all.
I will throw you these words as my hand holds them tight,
bringing dimmed peace that leaves with our light.
you may ask me why bother?
Iím told I am dead.
you will silense with poster,
screaming Iíve lived.
these words were so fast,
as it slowers our thoughts.
this will freeze in the desert,
it will burn in the frost.