Unspoken Speaking

  Dark,
  unspeaking,
  speaking.

Through silence and through noise we speak,
when to us the world seems too unworthy,
and too bleak.

  Dark,
  unspeaking,
  speaking.

Through your eye,
through your silence and torment,
we hear your cries.

  Dark,
  unspeaking,
  speaking,
  to you,
  to me,
  to the world.

The words are not worth,
they are stupid and meaningless,
as they all together are whirled.

Through the silence that the world is,
and through the noise,
they speak.

  To you,
  too me,
  too the world.

Your words they try to have us find them,
to try to understand them,
and to make us seek,
the ever lighted world, you see so bleak.

  To you,
  to me,
  to the world.

Through the silence of the noise we speak.
Though to us the world seems too unworthy,
and too bleak.

Dark,
  to you,
  and too the world.
Unspeaking,
  to me,
  and too the world.
Speaking,
  to the world and too me.

Through your silence and torment,
and through your eyes,
we hear your cries.