Contemplating the visuals that attain
my perception I see
                           harmonious interludes
caressing the weaving of the dormancy
                          of my ever static motion.

My breath like a summer breeze,
smoothly expelled
                                upon silent avenues.
Never hearing  my whispers collected
within my twinges of slumbering grace.

Wilfully I  collect on deaths doorstep,
               verses of silence entomb me.
Every night I talk to the fading stars of life,
but I eventually awaken in mornings breath.