In the Shadow of Silence
Contorted cloud of fleeting cotton clumps
Sad to see the contours of changing shape
Tells the wind to stop blowing across the sky
The face adorned with the shine of silver lines
As the spent sun sinks below remote skyline.
The last sunrays paint the leaves auburn
In the scorching summer heat their faces curl
As the essence of youth is lost in the air dry
In the fall wind they fly away from the bough
Tree waits for the spring to usher in the green.
The lilting lean buds open their dry eyes
The sleeping petals wake up to shape the bloom
The flowers soaking the colors of the spring air
Share the hues of the sunset sky with butterflies
Until the spectacle of splendor withers forlorn.
In the quietude of the serene silver moonshine
With my shadow trailing your fading footprints
My aloneness walks me in the desolate track
It’ll saunter until I find you engraved in my soul
And you see me still in the shadow of silence.
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October 28, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
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