Breathe

If we could breath once
I could hear their tongue
If I could see your voice
I could touch what you've sung

But the sounds are so stuck
In my sight cut sweet

I can accept bad luck
Love the hate of defeat

And the air of your eyes

It falls like blue rain
Until my wishes die
And my mind can’t complain

Only to fall up again

And now I’m poised
Under your stinging lids

Moist with noise
Dry with silence that lives

Inside our voice