Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Tonal Ghosts.


Stillness falls loudly;
echoing, like rain on a barn's tin roof in spring.
Emphatically present,

patient answers brim
meeting seeking ears, amid
persistently falling stillness.

Young silence molts with the seasons,
feathering age, and its weight
birthing stillness.

Absence whispers stories; tonal ghosts
sing lullabies to one quiet soul.

No comments:

Post a Comment