Standing Silence
Hear me. You can't.
Not even the echo can be heard through the rolling hills
rushing through the tree leaves in a smothered forest.
No Tears. No Voices.
Not even a sound from the heavy raindrops.
Silent drops is its name. Footsteps are not heard.
Not a laughter from the mouth. Just the eyes.
The eyes that tells the stories of Life. Love. Stillness
beyond and below.
Stillness Stands.
No Breeze.
No words.
No Calamity.
Just Stillness.
Wondering promises held hands with escape
and dreams. Jealousy dance with truth and laughing
desire.
Not even the Northern Sky flickers.
Calmness.
Mercy.
Nurture stands still.
Just stillness.
No Way.
No Doors.
Just You.
Copyright © Marqueda Manning | Year Posted 2026
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