In the midst of silence,
I miss the days when I drowned In your ocean breeze & succulent waves
those cloudy nights
like drumbeats of thunder
When you loved dancing in the rain
& I would deeply ponder,
the flashing light as
heavenly snaps of you.
The nights i would get imbued
as you caressed me to sleep
with whispered tales
The rhythm to my blues
Now buried with the Soil.
all that's left is missing you &
thoughts of maybe i should've died with you.
This morning, this morning I,
I heard whispered tales
of an empty grave
An ascension to the sky
Whence our soul was made....
now shines a different star
as she awaits for her mortal piece.
Shane. M