UNSOUND
Ron Thal
In her whisper I can see what was unclear
See the daylight break the dark and disappear
In the whisper, Unsound filled the air
In her shadow I found light to direct me
To the doorway where I saw her there waiting
In the whisper, Unsound filled the air
Tasted sweet, like ashes, on my tongue I keep
Burning words she whispered ignited softly in my ear
In the whisper, Unsound filled the air