If He Speaketh

If he speaketh the words of wisdom Her young tender eyes may be inclined to believe the promise once forgotten If he speaketh with his ancient tongue behold our master will be wrong The rustling leaves of autumn can only fly where there is a breeze If he speaketh with his eyes how dare he, dare lie promises have become broken ties If he speaketh with his pen I write back tell him where he belongs If he speaketh with his hands I will let him understand the air can only stand still were there is no gravity Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi