Mountains stand in a world of
whirling thoughts, stripped of
their freedom, embracing the
strong wind breezing in their sight.

Distant cries echo across the landscape,
perished dreams diminish in a sea of
silence.  I stand by the river and watch
the landscape shift without hesitation,
the solid green trees slowly creep
away beneath thought, blanched
clouds sink inside, cramped rhymes,
flattened horizons, a ******* sorrow
of confusion fill the air, as I inhale the
pain surrounding me.

Even the swans swimming nearby fall
in mourning, the weight of the world
pressed against their stained wings,
scarred surfaces growing darker
and damaging, while I walk closer
to the water and observe their fallen
kingdom.  I can see the disappearing
tranquility leaving their majestic
dimension like the fading stars
swallowed in misery.  

Everything is declining.  And as I
try to understand the meaning of life,
how all things must eventually come
to a closing, how the seamless waves
will ultimately cease, my heart is heavy
and stuck in silence.