When The Silence Spoke

It was not with the flowers,
Never did those drops have it,
Neither did the walls whisper about it,
Nor from a fine read, nor a hill to tread,
Strings never made that sound,
Not from Mountains, Not from the open grounds,
The brush never really made that stroke,

It was only when The Silence Spoke...

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Just Sailing

Walking down the lonely street,
No where to go.

Lost in open ground on my feet,
Roads all around,
wherever you go.

Faces in the mirror and the mirror of faces,
Nothing to hide,
Nothing to show.

Fallen like autumn leaf, landing on still waters,
No anchors to drop,
No places to row.

Just Sailing...

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