Speaking In Tongues
by Michael Doyle

I've been speaking in tongues
Seems like ever since I was young
Saying things that make you think
Straight up to the edge of a blink
Thinking those things we shouldn't say
That's how I roll in my day-to-day

If you can read this as written
Then death hasn't found you bitten
Look around; you're still here
The only thing to fear is fear
Don't let it eat you up until you're gone
Keep on with your state of rolling on

I listen closely to the blowing wind
Knowing that it has often been my friend
I've listened to the silence and heard it speak
There, on the lone trail of the tallest peak
I say listen to your heart that somehow knows
I've seen it on your face, where it shows

There is so much that remains to be done
As I gaze contently at today's rising sun
Thinking that we are not gone until we're gone
Thinking of our children who will live to carry on
I wonder what new dreams might yet somehow arise
And hoping that I might yet again look into your eyes

(c) September 23, 2024   Michael Doyle
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