SILENCE TALKING
The language of my dreams
is Silence
Muted colours flickering
among Shadows
Mist and mostly
twilight fills the
Path of Righteousness
without knowing
if it is me walking
or the Silence
talking
The language of my dreams
is Silence
Muted colours flickering
among Shadows
Mist and mostly
twilight fills the
Path of Righteousness
without knowing
if it is me walking
or the Silence
talking
The painting
never finished,
The poem
without ending,
The words
almost spoken,
Chains of perfection – Suffocation of souls
I could write about love / correction / I could try and write about love / drawing from a lifetime of โexperiencesโ / the question is why / why would I write about something / something which is as far-fetched as winning millions on lottery / why feed the dream / when the outcome / is inevitable