When Silence Speaks

As I rest my tired chin on your hands

rest your soul to the pout of my lips.

Close your eyes and tilt your head

for my eyes shall watch over you.

Listen to my tormented soul

as I listen to your lost innocence.

We are drifters whose paths

have crossed on the desert of mishaps.

Your tattered clothes match my coat

both were withered by storms.

As the dust lingers to your hair

so do the sands in my eyelashes

I may not speak your language

but you speak to my heart

in ways more than humane

each time you caress my mane.

The trees are our walls

the skies our ceilings

and the nights our cloaks

We camp here under stars.

Our fears are one:

hearts that are blind.

Let your gentle nature

be your guide and I

your companion for life!

Author Notes:

This poem was a prompt to a photo of a camel resting its head on the back of the hands of a poor deserted girl along nowhere. Kindness is a language that speaks in silence for a humane soul whose beauty is beyond words and brushes.