Tag: original prose

in the silence
of the morning
is when I think of you
like mist upon the water
you lay upon my world
till the sun comes up
and you are
gone

it has reason to rise
I know this to be true
if just to embrace
the glory of you

carriedbyathousandbrokenwings:

Sunset.

The closing of the day.
The dusk to the dawn.
The darkness to the light.
The calm after the stress.

It’s the beauty of the night,
So gentle, so pure…

Amen

there is a quiet in my head.

a silence built
on many years spent
trying to block out the noise.

there is a quiet in my head.

it is the silence of light
with nowhere
to go.

like scattered leaves
my thoughts they go,
waiting for the wind to blow

that I may understand
the questions I should ask
and the answers I should know

cling to me
like the morning dew
and I, in turn
will cling to you

I will lie in your shadow
and bask in the things
the sun would not touch.
something
somewhere
has saved them for me.
only I
understand
how precious your hidden
beauty is,
and how fragile
your heart can be.
save your smile
for me…

the hour when the sea breezes
take on a different scent
as the joy of morning dissipates
and you wonder where it went

you never came

I’m waiting still

in the hopes

someday you will