Shimmer

The world bends around you
As if it is moved by your presence
The beams of New York
Oh how they shimmer when you are near

They begin to give way
Bending slightly into a wave
Waves that have lost their place
Waves that belong in a small lake

Made from a small stone
A stoned skipped across the surface
Each causing a cascade of ripples
A new ripple with every hop

But maybe the ripple of the beams is not out of place
Maybe they ripple because you are that stone
That small stone that slides across the pond
Effecting everything within

Effecting everything, even me.

Language

There are words I don't know
I am lacking
Because I am lacking I cannot feel
Because how can I feel what I don't know

Everything is dull
Like a sword that has seen too much use
Recieved too little care
And has never been sharpened

It is unloved
And in turn can never offer love
How can it offer what it has never had
How can it feel what it does not know

It does not know the words
It has been silenced
It cannot be understood
It is mute

Mute in the body
Mute in the spirit
There is nothing
Was there ever anything

I cannot say because I am mute
Mute in the body
Mute in the spirit
Because I don't know the words