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I sit in silence, just barely
feeling the vibrations
that arrive to still forever
the beating of a heart.

I rock with pain and watch
in awe as my tears form
the letters that struggle
once more to release forever the
ache from which they
spring, leaving no mark
as they travel the distance between
voids.

with my arms open, I ride
the silent wind
as it carries the center of me
to faraway dreams then cry
as I watch them shatter
at the touch of my hand.

I float on whispered goodbyes and
feel the murmurs of regret on my skin.
but I am drifting and stretched too thin
to understand or to wonder at the silence
that has entered my own beating heart

denise

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