Tis we don't speak

We don't speak
The silent timbre of dawn
As the sun sets in the valley.
We don't talk
Of the great expansions of light
As the sun rises in our alley.

We don't speak
Of anything that is good
Or bad either I must tell.
We don't connect
On anything that is dead
Or alive I must cry.

We don't see
Anything we shouldn't
Also the ones we should.
We don't call
Each other for glares
And Warm smiles are parried.

We don't live
Together together
Away together we can't.
We don't smile
Even on the great red rose,
Cuz the love is never carried.

Tis we don't speak -
All that is real
Tis we don't speak -
All that is false.
Tis we don't speak the alive and filial
Tis we don't speak - there is very little left.