Sensory Overload

What’s left of my mind when I open my mouth is the part I could never say. What’s left of my mind when you open yours is a place I hope we can share free of alone-ing despair. What’s left of my soul when you open my eyes soars through our blue and brown thrilled skies. What’s left of your soul when I'm lost in your eyes hides a smile for our prayer "Send us light, send us light, send us light." What's left of my heart when I open your tears screams for relief from my mad and our bad sad climate fears. What’s left of your heart when I open mine is a gift I most need to hear. What’s left of your soul when I'm lost in your eyes hides a smile for our prayer "Send us light, send us light, send us light."