As leaves fall off the branches
So do your words upon the ground
Ebbing and flowing like waves
That wash away the stillness of the coast
Watching your lips move, I think
How could such simplicity bring such consolation
And I bask in the soft comfort of sound
Filling me with an undisturbed peace.
I wonder if my words mean the same to you
As I stare at your moonlit eyes in silence
If eyes are windows to the soul, then
The wind has blown the curtains closed
For you remain a beautiful mystery to me
And no words of yours can change the fact
That I won’t see you again.
And even though I barely said a thing
It’s okay, because when I look outside,
At the snow-covered world, and see that
the last leaf has fallen, leaving
the branches empty and forsaken
I realize, that maybe silence isn’t so bad after all.
I breathe in your last scent, so sweet and sad
And as the last leaf hits the ground,
So does my last word to you- Hello.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 5:37 AM UTC
As leaves fall off the branches
So do your words upon the ground
Ebbing and flowing like waves
That wash away the stillness of the coast
Watching your lips move, I think
How could such simplicity bring such consolation
And I bask in the soft comfort of sound
Filling me with an undisturbed peace.
I wonder if my words mean the same to you
As I stare at your moonlit eyes in silence
If eyes are windows to the soul, then
The wind has blown the curtains closed
For you remain a beautiful mystery to me
And no words of yours can change the fact
That I won’t see you again.
And even though I barely said a thing
It’s okay, because when I look outside,
At the snow-covered world, and see that
the last leaf has fallen, leaving
the branches empty and forsaken
I realize, that maybe silence isn’t so bad after all.
I breathe in your last scent, so sweet and sad
And as the last leaf hits the ground,
So does my last word to you- Hello.
