Sorrow And Silence Walking Hand In Hand

it is the sorrow that is always cold
cold as the moist ground
where the earthworms live
it has hands less the warmth of the
callousness

and it is the silence with a veil
nothing to speak about
that keeps on holding my heart
it has no hands anymore
but it has strong wings
and sharp beak

there is a land somewhere
where the eggs must be put to finally
make out
a sense of home