for someone i kno despite all evidence to contrary

odd to a nightingale
is a somnambulist who wouldn't speak to her at all , forget in the daytime, because the voices in his head, mostly his, are louder
often conversations are like knife grating tin but at night he is still sleepwalking and she is singing and both are thinking of the best things to say.
there was hope in the air when the dust from dragging feet had settled but then some fool went ahead and said actions speak louder than
so it was back to square one.
the action has to be love. but we missed it. the message of the millennium lost, pouuf. gone.
so i like nothing more than no meaning and theres no telling me to stop
but it is not like this always not fire and brimstone, nice really if the cock doesnt't crow before morning and if it isnt dark before nightfall. and it is silent but not haunting. really there should be no rude awakenings
more later