Words
we have not heard
intrude as
unintended ashes.

Unheard words
life long obsession
we follow these
without ever grasping.

From every corner
we feel a distance
white crows
black out our brightest days.

We pretend
to be broken, at last
afraid of what would
ultimately crawl.

In a moment
we all begin to ponder
why to capture words
one would never hear.

Great strength
in silence that makes us,
white crows would
soon assume their true colour.