He whispers unspoken secrets
to the boundless sky blue sky
Knowing they will be kept
somewhere beyond reach,
set free in the unending abyss,
rising above the lulling
branches skyward sway
Overhead there’s a void
that consumes untethered —
While waiting to feel the sun
reach down to solid ground
He dreams how far away
wind whirs beyond the bounds
Does it bear the weight
it gathers by the bye?
He wonders, does the wind know
the circle of life whirls on too ?
Soaring like a flock of Geese,
vanishing into the clouds
Do we need to keep searching
through what’s left behind ?
A heartsick, bereaved swan —
must learn to fly on alone
He writes the unwritten
silent reveries, down on paper wings
To bear the burden of the heaviest days
stranded down on earthen lands
But all he feels are missing words,
a cold wind and, the sounds
of a restless silence droning on …
June 2026 — harlon rivers