I wanted to let go, but intimate reflections
still circulated with my cortex.
Even though you were vacant a shade
that had passed by my contemplation.

I contemplated upon everything fabrication
of my tales were spun in syllable weavings
that sang in synergy of life's webbing and
all listened to what was harmonically spilt.

I spoke, sang the sorrow of my looses to the
gravity of all that would receive my wordings.
Even the earth was moved by the symphony of
the loss that tears with each word expelled in breath.

Greeting ruination to eclipse the journey of finding
what was grievously taken before my perception.
I am on a journey unknowns to find a cardiac whisper
that feel silent before my eyes and all was twilight.