There is so much
silence
between the
words

pain weaves
the two
together

the rain of teardrops
making the silence grow

mingled like weeds
choking
out the roses who
even with their thorny barbs
cannot curb
the covert ways

silence gouges
into the words

so much silence
choking
out the words

until all that's left is the
silence

"Even rocks crack I tell you"

their fragile insides exposed
no longer strong
no longer firm

like barren clouds they split
spilling their dusty tears
unnoticed
freeing them
yet not

forming smaller prisons
that hold their tears
and wait
for infinity
to be the dust
of stars again

Through the gray fog
of sub-conscious
she seeks the laughter
shared by others
soft eyes full
of questions and desire

With the deepening
Autumn shadows
Winter hovers
in her mind
bitter and sodden
burying all the once warm places
with its icy cover

As endless afternoons
stretch out
in front of her
she reaches
for something
to hold on to

Her slender fingers
cling
to a book
with no substance
just words upon a page

while her fragile mind
weaves a tangled
web
to catch
the scattered elusive thoughts

But the web is empty
its silken threads broken
no longer able to hold onto
eternity