Nothing Much

Img_6328by Pluto16 May 2017

In the moonless darkness of discord the seasons cry,
Shouting their whispered truths into the winds.
But nothing much will change.

Drowning above the water in words unspoken,
Waiting for dreams, long past shattered to be mended.
But nothing much will change.

Two mute figures, speaking out in every tongue,
through the souls of their worn out shoes, sweeping grace.
But nothing much will change.

Nothing much will change but perhaps you will.
Nothing much will change unless you will.
Much will change when you will.