The path that led to endlessness tacit voices
From you and me took, that bent with vexation and sigh,
That turned with ephemeral amusing tune and rejoices.
Up-and-down of path winds with body-soul of you and I?

Last fall of last leaf to last minute of winter night
Wave, waiting for dawns renew, though endless path alone
Hits lonely keys of black and white.
Long night becomes endless, but goodbye to endless night long.

Never needed each other, yet alone we seem never be.
Now, days of unvoiced joy and sigh are gone, let them heard
And shared. Tacit voices press me hard, let them be free.
Never meant to feel this way, but let not be a waiting shepherd.

Truth can’t be blurred between the lines and eyes:
“Falling so hard, pressing me so hard,
What did I say, what did you feel when we close our eyes.
How did I fall in love with you, pretending to be your bard.”

by Frank