There is nothing between us

... not even words

You're closer to me when you say nothing at all.

I'm afraid of big words
and empty promises.

I need you to find new ways to reach me.
I need some other kind of language to speak to you.

I'll speak to you
through the birds that fly over your skies;
through the snowflakes dancing in front of your dazzled eyes;
through the wind caressing your blushed cheeks;
through the stars that watch over you while you sleep;
through the lovers kissing in the alley on your way home;
through the smiles of the children that pass you by;
through the magical creatures of your colourful dreams.

We'll speak
in shades and sounds,
in angles and curves,
in tints and perfumes,
in textures and exclamation marks,
in echoes and beats,
in moans and laughs,
in whispers and thrills,
in love notes and passion acts,
in life and in dreams.

We'll speak the language of our own Wonderland.