The street light screams At the emptiness below Holed up An invisible war Lying down our fancy For others not able Kindness rings Our windows sing And rooftops emptied In a glorious Sound Unearthed By what lies Invisible within Each of Our hearts
Put it away, Pick it up. ~~~ You have no place, You are a pretty face. A holder of spots, A keeper of quiet. Not to be heard. ~~~ Pick it up, Put it away.