Friday, December 23, 2011

When the music died

When the music died,
mist rose from the ground
like rolling waves of silence,
engulfing sight and sound
in its thick white shroud,
and tears of sorrow
clung to lashes
in silent reflection,
before surrendering
to a final echo.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Hide for another day

The mood turned to brown
in the hot midday sun
as the stifling air withered words,
struggling to make their way
from the cool depths
of the lakes of suppressed emotion.
 And the chirruping crickets
run riot with thoughts,
disassembling them as they form,
watch as they dissipate
in the turmoil,
lost, ere they ever began.
 In futile surrender
you shut your eyes,
let the hot wind blow silence through,
your world that is dim,
that slowly recedes
and you hide for another day.