Silence Issues

the trees now lay deluded in their thrall, in the blood and chaos of a blackened corpse after reading the ashes on the ground they offered nothing but spirals of smoke the dog has been long buried the leash and collar, rust in the dirt as soil encrusts it in our anguish glass shards of a glittering face scattered with the four winds, and nary a whisper the silence of heaven and depth of hell, now cast no reflection the mirrors are silent and without a ripple I issue invitation, as quiet finds me