I Know It's There

I see their whispers.

Like a tree when the wind blows. Like a breeze on my window.

I fall to my knees like a widow, I call for peace like a hero.

Where is my Eve?

It's bright in limbo, I feel like I'm fighting for insight into a disco.

I know the lingo when I write, a light like bingo when I type.

On my tiptoes at night, I'm looking for Christ under my pillow like lice.

What's up is below like Michelangelo.