Fay Slimm.

Non-Sound.

 

 

Non-Sound.

 

We lived through a blaze of debate-soaked relationship
mindless of hearing\'s real worth.

We shuffled in biased cut-price ideas of winner related
pretensions to obscure feelings.

Agreement went into time\'s melting pot as shut-eyed
we arranged private new worlds.


We talked ourselves into dry ground, regrets denied
sorries and pride took full power.   

Care\'s ultimate non-sound got mislaid between words
and lost seemed repair\'s quiet dance.

Yet we picked up love\'s debris and blew flame- burst
from silence to warm our last chance


and it worked.