goliath’s eyes on me

We stop speaking, Our silence like
prayers on the wind swings through
the willows hanging over the trough
You know despite my silence that
the leaves are going to fall, and you
know despite my silence that I
belong to you although I’ve never
said the words, doves and twilight
your hand a Sun reaching out to
me, your Goliath’s eyes on me
mute my fear and tonight is
the night when everything
is left to prayer

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