Proof Unsaid

The proof...the roof
highest apocalypse. 
the truth...uncouth
the silence's lowly pace ,
shimmering...what needs
to be unsaid, undone ..

what tears be shed 
so fear doesn't shun
life. 
remade, 
is a knife killing. 
its tip in dip of guilt , for sins paid. 
pain digs deep , the knife cuts deep
but what proof do sheep need
to disobey the shepherd who doth feed.

to run..soon trip, learn -
see blood, know wound
and stitch up cuts. 
unhand the railing, 
on the wind go sailing...
experience failing,
and phantom footsteps trailing. 

speak words dreams are made of
and breathe a life some say nay of. 
to light up sunshine with a flurry of voices, 
light and high and bright and mine. 

what proof need be given, 
to be accepted by all. 
so they listen, 
and not wait for their turn to stall
with talk...

listen to the melody inside, 
playing with hands in a ride
..Loud and clear I hear it now, 
sailing through the wind
and bouncing on hills..
fleeing from constraint..
crying with the smile of serene joy,
paining so much i need to laugh and jump
cry and laugh at beauty so deep
so unknown yet tangible..
waiting to hold and run and throw and catch..

whispering...to me...
about the streams unseen. 
vapour fog, safe...
ready to look up
and dance inside. 
lets disobey ...
forget the way.

dream of paradise. 
the mellow holds me, 
the warm eyes kill me.
leaves and water to me say
'stayyyyyshhhhsssss'
silent in me   ,
what proof does life needs to charm it around. 
to catch it by the neck and wring it out,
wring out the life the joy and rejoy-ce ..
safe and sound, 
alone together. 

dream of a life when i want be
where i see the life in me go to. 
where i be when i say
'lets dream of a way'
to paradise... 

give proof to your regrets so they smile with condescending content, 
lie to you with words crammed with unsaid-crumbs of dissent. 
whats unsaid is the truth which led, 
to a living filled with joyous seeing. 
let the guilt laugh at your idiocy, 
ask you questions unanswerable and fill you with more so ...
so they can justify their way
so we have no say...

lost we are. but in the melody still. 
a unity,a melody plays forever...
bending our hearts to her own will .
the smile of fire will fade
the fire shimmering to a starry night which bade
us seeing the beauty up there...
ill sleep. 
i have my proof unsaid.