My Silent Echo

Not a word I am saying,

not a sound I am making.

Only thoughts in my mind -

like wild horses straying.

 

But the sound in your company,

as though exactly my identity.

Your stinging guitar tones -

are my lost thoughts.

Your floating verses -

are my returning dreams.

 

 

 

In this darkness -

effortlessly; I seem to rise.

Sleeping in your arms is easy -

while you carry me up this stairway.