The wind blows her hair,
And she stands still.
I see her there.
Invisible.
...
The wind whips my face
His mane streaming
We run together through the fields of corn
...
i can never seem to tell you
can i?
the words float to the surface
of my mind
...
she puts a hand over her mouth.
grins to herself.
can't hold it in any longer.
the snicker bubbles over her lips.
...
Fingers brush the keys
Her soul is bared as she finds the chords
Playing her life into a song
...
Our Secret Language
He looks at me.
I laugh.
He nods.
Our secret language.
Across the room
We communicate.
I nod.
Our secret language.
People stare
And rumors fly.
He nods.
Our secret language.
It consists of Nods and Grins.
Of barely suppressed Laughter.
It consists of Inside Jokes
And Eyes, moving ever faster.
We both look up,
Try not to grin.
We nod.
Our secret language.