i won't tell you why i can't speak

a language pleasing your emotions

but i speak to the ground beneath your feet.

I tell how majestic a creature walks upon it

what imprint your shoe has left

not the colour of your voice, for

ground has not eyes or ears.

hear the sand flowing out the

desert of your mouth and it's blinding my eyes

arms swinging looking for something to grasp

hold

touch

feel the ground as I fall on the beneath your feet

sand fills my mouth and

I can't speak.

Coli nan dCo.

sometimes I follow a narrow trail

into mud and trees and teeth and feet sinking

the more I try to release its grip on me

my weaknesses made plain to see

sometimes I am led down a wide road

into fields of sand and sun and wind cleansing

the less I try to escape this paradis

my source of strength shines clearly

Colin and Co.