High winds blow across hills that hold our secrets safe,
but they are not sound
They are coming up wih the sun
breaking upon your face
awakening your eyes
But even the strongest secrets will stay buried
beneath the dirt,
awaiting an unexpected breeze to pull them from their roots
Shattering the ground you walk on
we all walk on
The moon keeps a watchful eye upon them
whispering to the stars
awaiting their arrival
To scatter you silently
shake you kindly
then sing you to sleep
I hope you think of me
Our secrets are chilling,
only an icy snow could jolt them awake
Freezing them into the ground forevermore
We are hopeless of a breakthrough
Dying but still gasping
Lifelessly we walk across this ground,
undoubtedly we are breathing
drifting right along with them
sighing into the milky twilight
Grateful for the frost that keeps up safe
at least for one more year
Frostbitten noses and numb interlocked hands
We are the dancing dead