April 26, 2009 § Leave a comment
The silence flies, dark cloud over a moon
Across the distance, lost in her gloom.
Constant cycles, listless in movement,
Time ambles on, fitfully unconscious
Lost soul, harsh voice, mind so anxious
Hear sounds of the living, cold echoes
Of the songs unsung, rhymes forgotten,
That hollow chatter, rattling and rotten.
Visions spark as breath seeps in out
Questions unasked quietly dissolve
Only the angst persists in misty resolve.