The hollow wind funneled the voice of the distant night-train crossings, awakening a familiar silence hanging from the vast wilderness sky A restless heart hearkening the echoes, imagining a runaway Pullman flew away off the rails, airborne on the winged wind headed north
Winter pausing for a moment in the shadows of familiarity, as if parsing the unspoken breathings in an echoless surrendered sigh; uncertain if tacit words set free could ever allow a heart broken to feel whole again
There is no absolving voice that whispers in a solemner tone : Death has no mercy ― love remains marooned in the wake ,.. and it feels like the world’s gone mad letting time be the arbiter of perpetuity
The fading dream of a motherless child; a wish to be held maternally fell to the ground with a thud, breaking the silence, dissipating formless as the shape of water
Muted cold lips so full of questions morphing into fugitive sighs come the unsettled night; when shadows disappear like frail memories that passed too soon to grasp, thickly palpable as the warm breath a winter bird alone on frosty branch
There’s no fear in braving the darkness in the winter wilderness of life borne alone There’s no way of knowing what you’ll find down that long empty road back home Life just flashes by silently before your eyes through the windshield of countless miles and miles
And there’s nothing you can do about it ― It’s like hearing the moment of truth in a lie when all I was looking for was how I got here in this now,.. yesterday
only finding a hopeless poet scribbling slightly stained pages, spilling a bitter sweet dream ...