(134) And some hope

i hear that
which is not said
it raises the hair out of skin
my ego remains subtly very thin
i do feel what you don't say
i consider it every way
i remain yet speechless ahead
your eyes untangles thread
i owe you for thousand things
we are held by celestial rings
when i walk few steps in row
i feel you follow the flow
to the clouds, i sometimes talk
your face, in my eyes does rock
holding on good thoughts and some hope
tough times come and teach me how to cope