The Man Who Couldn't Speak
Long the watcher I have been, and tall I stand,
standing here within the barren field.
Standing here in rain and glow and winters hails.
Solving every riddle that exists
in between the space inside me
in between the world around me
in between the colours I see.
Alone but having many things for company.
Passing by and passed within my time.
I can make you happy if you want me to
and I can make you think.
Another day for the man who couldn't speak.
Waiting for intelligence to shake my hand.
Slowly turning painted eyes to see.
Feeling every dawn and every twilight mist
and counting every comet fall I spy
overhead and all around me
floating in the stars around me
like a ray beneath a blue sea
Another day for the man who couldn't speak.
Another year for the man who couldn't speak.
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