A bed of flower.
A fragrant power.
Petals in my face.
Such a perfect place.
I’ll soon be asleep.
So don’t make a peep.
A bed of flower.
A fragrant power.
Petals in my face.
Such a perfect place.
I’ll soon be asleep.
So don’t make a peep.
In a world of noise
Where no one is heard,
We could use some silence,
A bit of quiet.
Take a step back
And be still,
Watch for the response,
See the surprise.
For silence can convey
What words cannot.
A feeling or a thought
Hidden in words.
Don’t be afraid
To make your stand.
Dare to be different,
Refuse to mouth inanities.
Be a breath of fresh air
In the violent storm.
Stand strong and silent
In the world of noise.
Sparkle.
Sparkle.
Shine.
Sway back and forth.
To the silent music.
The music of the night.
Fall asleep.
Come what may.
Drifting.
Dreaming.
Fantasy after fantasy.
Let the dark cover all.
Let it become part of you.
Join in with the music.
The deep silence.
The music of the night.
Sparkle.
Sparkle.
Shine.
Sway back and forth.
To the silent music.
The music of the night.
SAY A PRAYER FOR ME
A casualty of war.
A casualty of nature.
Sad.
Alone.
Drifting.
In pieces.
No more music.
Lying silent forever.
Say a prayer for me.
SILENT
Can you hear the silence?
It moves.
Like a breathing, living being.
Deeper into the woods,
The silence moves with me.
By my side.
Watching me.
Waiting for any sound
I might make.
For then,
It could silence me.
Forever.
SILENCE
In a world of noise
Where no one is heard,
We could use some silence.
A bit of quiet.
Take a step back
And be quiet.
Watch for the response.
See the surprise.
For silence can convey
What words cannot.
A feeling or a thought
To be lost in words.
Don’t be afraid
To make your stand.
To be different.
Refusing to mouth inanities.
Be a breath of fresh air
In the violent storm.
Standing strong and silent
In the wake of it all.
Desolate.
Alone.
Stark.
Cold.
Empty.
Sitting on a hill.
No houses nearby.
Only the comfort
of a bare tree.
The wind rattles
through my open beams.
Snow drifts in from my roof.
No peace.
Only cold.
And deafening silence.
Will it always be so?
Will the sun shine ever again?
Will horses return to my stables?
I could only wait and hope.