Hush!

Deserted, the falcon-word you scribed on my knelt-heart long ago. My frozen limbs, my frostbit nerves saw the spider on the barks of the Maple. Maple, best friend of my windy days. Hush! Wind told not to blast before anyone. The stream keeps her thin.long fingers on her lips. Hush! Let her flow under the ground of her hidden wish! Let her live in her dream, cold yet warm, secret, yet open. She hears the music thru the ether, as you're catching her tune! She knows, there's a tip-toed music, an angry, yet loving heart, above all the storms of the seas, dancing on the foam of her stream! She goes along the chilled forest along with the warmth of her chest, gathered from the dormant volcano of the Earth! Hush!