Silence is the only answer
even in this place and space unbound
from man's ridiculous realities of time.
Particles are drifting through
the realms of the invisible.
I used to think that they resembled you.
But oh, the view keeps changing
out where the empty spaces create stars
to fill the darkness that we are.
Images are blending and removing
all the stains. Becoming notes within
this ever-growing, sweet refrain.
The rain is weeping all we
need to feel
in echoes of the days when love was real.
As silently, the photographs were tainted.
Water based, the paint is weeping too.
Images of times gone by. Elegant,
the dreams that we allowed to fly away.
Another day, and still the silence rules...
? Michaelette ?