Flurries of snow falling from heaven
and the air is filled with soft
sighs and lamenting mist
A heart locked in dreamy silence
forever floating in the wind
A dusting a flurry a ghostly moan
from a distant past
Flurries of snow falling from heaven
and the air is filled with soft
sighs and lamenting mist
A heart locked in dreamy silence
forever floating in the wind
A dusting a flurry a ghostly moan
from a distant past
The silence between you and I
cuts the air from my lungs
airways blocked by cinders and fallen debris
from the trainwreck that we were
What was a harmonious melody
only sour notes left
a distant sound barely audible
perhaps a sigh a gentle breeze
or a whisper from a dying ember.

She writes melancholy like she’s lived it before.

kiss the rain
the sliver of light
that bounces back
in the window.
touch the breeze
with renewed enthusiasm.
listen to the silent grave
under the deep blue sea
let go of the battles you fought in silence.

There is life in silence, there is sound where no life is found
life is not silent, it is loud, it is a bus you ride home bound
to take you to your personal journey.

There are sounds in the littlest of things, inviting you to pay attention and to heed the sound of it’s silence. It is upon us to find our silent journey to take us home.
Winter commands silence
it has a unique beauty
that demands attention
an untrodden ground
blanketed by virgin snow.
A sight to see
silence and purity
not even a single crow perched on the tree
silence is the sound
winter a time for rumination
a time of standing still.
Of consideration of retreat
of melding together.
