WE WILL BE HEARD.

Another phase
Of our relationship
Begins;
A further stage
Raises its head into
The wind,

And wanders out
To where the clouds
Leak thickness,
And the needy sounds
Of adults crowd
The mist

That settles on the sidewalk,
And ties the talk
Together,
As if the world and all
It’s clamour called
The weather,

But we will rise up
Higher than
The bustle
Even as the skies
Above have tried
To crush us

Because our love
Is loud enough
To reach
The two of us
Over the
Planet’s speech.