Silence Part 4
*I am not sure
where conversation has gone.
How it disappeared in the shadows
wandering this room.*
*Words, thousands and thousands
once flowed between us,
creating friendship,
innuendo,
mystery.*
*Words, thousands and thousands
once spoke art,
poetry,
the conditions of life;
now they are drapped
over a limb
looking surreal
and found only in dreams,
or heard rustling in the wind
as they fade into smoky mist.*
*Silence speaks loudest
as you near sleep;
as your mind
holds its breath
against the darkness,
where words no longer exist.*
8.18.11
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
Silence Part 4
*I am not sure
where conversation has gone.
How it disappeared in the shadows
wandering this room.*
*Words, thousands and thousands
once flowed between us,
creating friendship,
innuendo,
mystery.*
*Words, thousands and thousands
once spoke art,
poetry,
the conditions of life;
now they are drapped
over a limb
looking surreal
and found only in dreams,
or heard rustling in the wind
as they fade into smoky mist.*
*Silence speaks loudest
as you near sleep;
as your mind
holds its breath
against the darkness,
where words no longer exist.*
8.18.11
last in this series on loneliness, sadness and loss of a friend...
