Still and ever lasting
My thoughts move slow
yet precise in silence
On the hill again
My breathing is
slow yet calm
where have I been?
Silence.
I can't hear because
there is "crash!"
Noise
My thoughts race,
heart pounds, breaths
rapid as time's fly
Noise
I can't hear because
Standing on a hill
Vista serene
Winding road as winter wind blows
My cold frozen hands enclosed
in gloves
The wind blows my scarf
The sun bleak and fading
through the empty
sky
Standing on a hill
Again in winter
Wondering when warmth
will come
Wondering when solace
will go
Wondering where I have
Across the lake I saw. The glistening water and a person. myself.
Silence.
The wind moving.
The earth crunching.
The clouds passing.
Silence.
Parties in the hills.
A dreamy bliss.
Clouded bathrooms and red light rooms.
This is the life.
Trapped in a room.
Full of doors that lead no where.
This is the mind.
Bouncing Bass lines.
Clouds wave over the sky like an ocean.
The orange trees look so dull.
But the filter my eyes see through is so vivid.
Traveling roads already ridden.
Last times I'll see the tunnels of vegetation.
As the clock strikes six on the year i reflect as a mirror does.
Autumn air so fresh handpicked from the highest garden.
Life is good.
Bouncing bass lines.
Of all the weird things I did,
I only regretted one
And that's fading
In the background
As if I don't exist.
What you hold dear today,
Won't matter tomorrow.
With every withering flower,
A blooming one was kept.
The silence that ensues thereafter
The storm that once prevailed
Is so timeless, and yet unnatural
For it is unlike any other
After what seems years of the raging noise
The tranquil silence reverberates around
And even as I sink into its embrace
It dissipates into nothingness
I snap awake, come to my senses
The silence was never here
I never realized just how welcome it was
Until the storm drove it away....
Eyes wide open, blinking dreams away
Voices saunter in, stars glow in the dark
They glow against swirls of blue and white
The silence rings in my ears, loud as a singing lark
The wind breezes through dusty grills
and runs its fingers along my heels
Toes wiggle, remembering sunnier days
of spinning about in the grass in wheels
The night is but a haven of ashes
that remains of the phoenix's glorious flight
A million stars, not stifled by the sky
Rain upon me their lowly light
The sheets are pulled up to my chin
My small bubble of warmth and safety
Even with the raging thoughts inside
The bubble holds itself sturdily
Down the hill
Behind the tower
You'll find a cave
Where one can take shelter
If you run away
There you could stay
And wait out the turmoil
It's nice to be alone
Listening to nature
Alone with the birds
Alone with the foxes
Alone with the rabbits
Often in life
One just has to be in a cave
this dry brain
might need a little rain
end the famine
water the garden of my thought
end the famine
stop the drought
meet at everywhere
we'll travel till we hit
nowhere
I'm everybody
you're everyone
we breathe in darkness
it fills the spirit
there is such thing as
an innocent lie
its a substance to make the soul
run dry
Quiet, I sit in my small boat
Alone, I wait
Purple and gold sky
A sea dark and still
Alone, I wait