Whispers the stillness,
Et tu?
No music for dancing here.
Est quaedam flere voluptas.
Et tu?
Long it has been since I've known laughter.
Do my ears still know the sound?
Hinc illae lacrimae.
Does my heart still burn?
Now I just settle for simple contentment or push it away?
Et tu?
Mine is the hour to lay down my selfish conjurings
and slip into robes of grey.
And never will I rest again
with my head on someone's shoulder.
Et tu?
LA. Judge
2004