Sometimes there is nothing left to say
in a vast moment of grace
when thoughts of you have blown up a storm in my head
“why do I yearn for you?”, I ask myself
I look up at the empty skies
birds swirl without any noise
I ask them what is your secret?
they say we never hide..
An ocean keeps its depth quiet
I gaze at you waiting for thoughts to settle
watching a caravan of sadness pulled along by love…
across castles turning to dust
You turn to me and ask, “what are you searching?”
“That which I hold too tightly…”
“Love?” he asks, amused,
Angry, I throw the seed I was clutching
The glass shatters
its colors scatter
the birdsong soars
raining kaleidoscopes
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