Signs

Around him surrounds noise of motion He suffers silence of the depth of ocean Drowned in himself far removed from din He lives closeted in his world within. Words reach him in wind’s disguise Mean nothing he must read the eyes For ripples emitting when lips do part Can’t travel the distance to touch his heart. The storms that rage he cannot convey Absorbs all not a thing can say Mocks him his vision in the blasted light He wished he could cry out with all his might. His thoughts unsaid debar tales of rejoice Fate was too blind to leave him a choice Other than to imprint his mind on his face If you care to read there his woes and happiness.