Oh my saviour, I will not ask
For I am blinded to this task
As when I wake, I shall not see
The gifts, but one, bestowed on me
Such are wonders, I'm among
Though thanks won't call from severed tongue
You give commands. I cannot hear!
Beyond this lowly, deafened ear.
A wave upon me, luxury caress
Those fingers leave, a short depress
Yet nigh on feeling, shall be never
For to that touch, I am the leper
The scent of incense fills my nose
The lips do part, with stub of rose
Fingers searching for you touch
Cocking ears, against that sudden rush
But lo. 'Tis so. I will not know.
The time to speak, the meek, I go.
A hidden star upon my birth.
Through this time of covert mirth.
A heart so small, it tries to beat.
Thrown off the nest, to ever meet?
Through these ears, knowledge trickles deep,
To dam the desire of secrets, keep.
The answer could lie anywhere, no.
I pray don't tell me, that it is so.
Author notes
Maybe I refuse to hear. It's hard to know sometimes. Ignoring the signs?
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