Speak to me of subtle things of those I’ve seen in gentle dreams
Speak not of night, nor of the day
or those who’ve tried and, lost their way.
Speak not to me of promises
or empty words from sefishness.
Speak not your strength or loves kind path
In harmful words fueled from wrath.
Speak to me the truth within
and unburden bonds that need to mend.
Antony King © 2018