Reverence

You don’t want to know what lay behind those eyes You don’t want to know what those eyes mean You don’t want to understand the pain they contain You don’t want to believe in such things until you’re terrified every time the phone rings You don’t want to imagine the unseen fight they fought in the darkest hours of your dreams Their night doesn’t merge into your day Your prayers are only answered when they pray It’s not impossible to care about anything they say until you can’t ignore the truth in how they portray Immortality lay awake without the idea to sleep but only until mortality understands the rules about counting sheep Oh how their voices haunt us Every syllable vibrating the earth upon Christmas The snow covered landscape stretches ahead To bow in reverent awe of what has been whispered & what has been said