I Speak To the Darkness
Though silence clarions for a spoken word
To fill its depths,
The heart is hesitant in giving
Broken phrases that the lips rehearsed;
Once...words came as quickly
As the flow of hill-sped rivers;
Now they are dissolved
Like mists caught in the sun.
The soul draws closer to its own candle
As if to hoard its warmth
Against the breath
Blowing through the halls of loneliness.
date:1/30/23
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2023
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