We walked the stillness of ourselves

We walked in the stillness of ourselves
alone to the sounds of distraction
the hums of voiceless voices
awake the sleeping child of our souls
under the stillness of ourselves
that speaks before it speaks
 
We walked the empty streets
we woke to the waking times
to see that which wasn’t seen
 
Behind us the years
between us the tears
ahead that we all must tread
 
The mechanized thoughtless drone of time
the cogs in wheel the rusted screech
 
To think our feet secure in nothing more
conform to shapes defined
behind the branded lines
 
To think again ourselves
to validate experiences of those not validated
yet make the world go round
 
Through anger pain and despair
  in dreams of inner light that shine
of those not counted but count so much
 
to open wide the living eyes
to all that is here to see
 to strengthen backs bent with pain