This morning, in the quiet dark - I heard a tree give up.
It saddened my heart.
Was it appreciated?
It grew from the ashes, tall and strong - it gave life.
The cracking - the resounding thud echoed in my mind for a long time - and the awkward silence that followed. . . . . .
So much can be heard in the spaces between.
So much can be said for the sights unseen.
I wanted a flower and got a queen
I wanted a voice to quiet her scream.
The setting sun cared for the day,
Knowing that none and nothing can stay.
But the moon promises, its not that way,
And rocks us all with her tidal sway.
I threw off the chill that shuttered my bone,
And counted the ripples of the stones ive thrown.
I think there are lessons, and in that ive grown.
The silence has given . . .
a more humble tone.
I'll see you tomorrow -
or maybe I wont.
In the stars that grant wishes,
or the ones that dont.
. . . . . .