The look

Speak to me

Not with words

For often what my ears hear

My gut feelings rejects

Words are deceptive

And subjected to misinterpreting

When you speak

Echoes reverberates

Of your thoughts, your experiences

Shall you relate what you do not know?

Let the silence transmit

The truth that you will not utter

Don’t say a word

Or ever try to convince

For the truth resides

In what you cannot say

For here you lack knowledge

Freedom also from guile

So silence speak

For there is the absence of guilt

And in that one look

You say so much more than words

© Prince W Bradford 2016