Tongues & Stones

pardon me, if i speak in a language

You do not have the ears for,

My mouth is a foreigner in your tongue

My stories unread within the abandon pages of my heart

As you flip through the fascinating letters and words

The pupils of my eyes which ones saw the light so clear have now become the vast uneneding starry skies

These sleepy eyes only let you see me through the windows of your imagination.

Each shooting star is a reminisnce tof a broken reality and unfullfilled wishes, like every other unrequited love

the lack of vowels in my tongue has only left me with an undying smile and 3 sentences,

“I love you”, “Thank you” and “ i am sorry”

I have become a clock going around in circles,

trying to find markers of space and time

I might find a lover or sign of the time like angel numbers

My eyes thety do noit reach for you, bu7t they are only seeking for the letters after the commas of my past lovers, friuends, brothers, sisters and family.

I write, I write and I write and still cannot find the plot or the full stop!

When these tired hands reach for yours, they are only reaching for another

Another shooting star has now become a full stop out of this oblivion.

But how many desires and heart beats do i have to steop toi find you standing bezsides me

how many hills do i have to conquer to find the courage to love you well?

how many pictures do i have to paint

How many walls do i have to build so you do noyt see past this facade

how many forests do i have to grow so you do not find your way home

i am the daughter of the mountains you see

i stand firmly in the coldness of it all

for you to sewe out for me

spo that when you arrive at my doorsteps all my snow can melt and becdome the sea.