Thursday, May 4, 2017

Final

And like that, there was silence
Totalitarian whole of love gone
What we cannot hold with our hands
And hearts
Will eventually fade into ether
solace in this charred silence

Serenity is closer
at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Maybe the Willow Knows

You were never the plan   As we wandered through the morning lit cemetery   Sunlight lazily dancing with the beckoning arms of the willows  ...

  • A meditation on loss and depression
    Sometimes the demons speak louder than mornings over coffee I am doing the tango with unseen shadows choking on loose strings of conversat...
  • Maybe the Willow Knows
    You were never the plan   As we wandered through the morning lit cemetery   Sunlight lazily dancing with the beckoning arms of the willows  ...