Can you read into my heart like an open book?
Scan hidden secrets with your magic eyes
Reading words that form my spirit
Words in a strange , foreign language that I can not decipher myself
Hieroglyphs of emotions that I sometimes do not understand
Can you translate my spirit like some cunning linguist?
Peer deep beneath my exterior of flesh and bone
Comprehend many things that are unsaid
And buried within my very core
Deep, dark and safe in their shell
Can you speak the language of my soul?
With its myriad of letters and sounds
That often never get pronounced
Bathed and wallowed in a sombre silence
A hidden alphabet of an ancient tongue
Inspired by my time spent working in an EMI unit with patient suffering from dementia.