In the solace of lavender-flickering
Fairy lights that guide
My syllables along,
Silence has never felt so
Concrete.
Silence, on questions I have asked my
Conscious for repetition, and
To hunt for answers
To unwritten dialogue,
And as I contemplate this concept,
The beauty of ringing church bells
Bleeds and creeps
Through my window,
Slicing through the distorted
Avenues and Sulcis of silence
In my mind,
To remind me
Of where I am.
Lying in the back of my car,
Keys in the transmission,
Waiting,
Hoping,
For a new path to explore
In this eclectic figure 8 of
Communication and relationship. I never
Try to make sense of it all,
Until
A faint whisper from a Princess unshackles
My liberating-attempting mind,
A faint whisper, harmonizing with the
Church bells,
Soothingly-caresses my ears,
A faint whisper,
Carrying,
The words.
I’ve.
longed.
To.
hear.
“Come with me this way.”
Hallucination of grace.
An overflowing melting ***
Of desire.
Stillness. Gracious like
A still river. Cercadas sing,
Rocks in awe don’t move.
Until the moment of that faint whisper,
I’ll remain in the spacious jar of silence,
Waiting,
For the Princess’ voices,
While the solace of lavender-flickering
Fairy lights
Guide my syllables along.
