Truth that Whispers – The Writings of Tom Grasso

Said the heart’s silence to the beat that gave it life,
“I fear dying before I have my full take of you,
of being lost before I’ve found life in your eyes.
I fear the awakening without you near to kiss,
and I fear sleep without having felt you stir
swaddled in this love.”

Said the heart’s beat to the silence that gave it cause,
“I fear being silenced before we’ve climbed to sultry places,
of being quiet before the ending to our song.
I fear my final sunrise without seeing its warm glow
Light up your face in ecstasy,
Having known the truth of our existence.”

Says the Soul to both as they measure dreams against reality,
“I have given you such an opportunity,
Thrown signs at your feet, spelled works in the numbness of your brain,
Life is gift because it does not last forever,
The scent of mortality should give lovers a reason not to pause.
I have shared with you such tales that the two of you have scrawled,
Colored your blood with the crimson ink that drives your blessings,
Filled your veins with truth and passion,
And yet…
You treat fear as if it is some sculpture,
Let love too slowly whittle away its imitation marble,
One day,
If not beaten by the silence of that beating heart,
You will see that fear you paid such homage to,
Was nothing more than rotting shale,
Unworthy of your honor,
Your attention,
And the time that you wasted bending knee at its feet.”

And the heart said nothing,
It was helpless in repose,
Lost to the sounds of a distant-sounding drum,
It’s rhythmic beat lost to the silence it so loved,
The Soul shrugged and dropped another sign at her feet,
Poked him again at the back of his head somewhere,
Hoping they could finally embrace the truth.