Silent whispers in my ear,
The silent dead, which awakens within.
The dark night sky, with the Cheshire cat moon.
The littlest dreams,
garbed by the darkest star.
The way the moon shines on the rippled peaks of the water.
How in the deepest woods,
can consolidate the trickle of the falling spring.
How the tiniest mouse, can seem so loud and,
How the strongest winds, can be so silent.
BUT...
What if the silent whispers awakens within,
and the silent dead look at the Cheshire cat moon,
In which the darkest night sky support the littlest dreams.
And the darkest star shines bright on the rippled peaks of the water.
If the deepest woods hide the tiniest mouse,
and the fallen spring controls the strongest winds.
Then whats so silent,
then the loud whispers on my raging mind.
