Both Sides of the Sun
(the silent witness)

She couldn't speak anything of love,
of life, or of death, for years she knew-
the sun and the rain kept her in balance
except when they come together, the two.

They told her that's when the devil beats his wife
she knew all too well what that was like-
but she couldn't speak of it at all,
anything of the small,
overwhelming kisses, then the painful bite

that drew out course blood
only to be kissed away
listening through muffled ears, listening,
she'd leave, she'd stay.

The foul-weathered attempts
for stable mental fitness
together, the two
produced the silent witness...

because you never want to talk of one
when you live in both sides of the sun.